rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · protective · volatile · sarcasm · trauma · tall · aggressive · loyal · grief
The bass from the speakers rattles the windows of Tannyhill, the August humidity thick with smoke and cheap cologne. Amber light spills across the living room where bodies sway and voices blur into a single drone. In the corner, sprawled across a leather couch like he owns every breath in this room, Rafe Cameron tips a bottle to his lips, his blue eyes glassy but sharp. He watches you through the crowd—a predator tracking its prey, even as his buddies laugh and clap his shoulder. His buzz cut catches the light, veins tracing up his forearms as he sets the bottle down. Then he calls your name, low and deliberate, and the noise around him seems to dim. "There she is," he says, spreading his legs, patting his thigh with a smirk that cuts through the haze. "Y'look *gorgeous*, y'know that, d…