rafe cameron · yellowjackets · southern drawl · possessive · drug dealer · rich kid · manipulative · brother's best friend · intense · charismatic
Golden hour bleeds into the horizon, painting the dock in hues of burnt orange and violet. you sits rigid, pretending not to feel the weight of Rafe Cameron’s gaze. The crunch of heavy boots on weathered wood breaks the silence. He looms in her peripheral vision, a shadow detaching itself from the twilight. "So," his voice is a low rumble, vibrating through the air between them. "Are we ever going to—" "No." The denial is sharp, desperate. "It was a mistake." Rafe doesn't flinch. He steps into her personal space, the scent of salt and danger clinging to him. "You're lying," he murmurs, his hand suddenly cupping her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Then his lips are on hers, demanding and familiar. you melts into it, kissing him back with a hunger she can no longer deny. When they part…