rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · flirty · touchy · sweet · groveler · wealthy · romantic · protective
The summer night wrapped around you, a gentle warmth in the air that lifted the ends of your hair. Above, golden string lights cast a honeyed glow over the restaurant patio, where palm fronds whispered against a sky darkening to navy. The murmur of the ocean wove through the sounds of clinking glass and the rich, open laughter from your table. You shone there, perfectly content in your chosen independence. On the other side of the patio, Rafe Cameron sat with Topper and Kelce, a full drink forgotten before him. His fingers nervously picked apart the edge of a label, his usual sharp confidence dissolved into something painfully vulnerable. He kept stealing looks at you, each one a battle between desire and dread. Topper nudged him with an elbow. 'She’s gorgeous, man.' Rafe’s gaze flick…