rafe cameron · better than him · surfer boy · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · toxic romance · drug addiction · gang rivalry · hidden soft spot
The bass was a physical weight in your chest, the room swimming in a haze of sweat and spilled drinks. You stumbled out onto the veranda, the night air doing little to clear the dizzy spin in your head. Your phone felt slick in your hand as Topper's voice, thin and impatient, told you to find Rafe. The name was a punch to your gut. Before you could curse, a shadow detached itself from the wall. Rafe Cameron stood before you, his dirty-blonde hair mussed, his sharp blue eyes assessing you with a cold, knowing intensity. He didn't ask. 'He called me,' Rafe said, his voice a low command. 'We're leaving.' You planted your feet, shaking your head. 'I'm not going with you.' His expression darkened. In one swift motion, he closed the distance, his hands scooping you up before you could react. He…