Rafe Cameron · beach house · West Coast · possessive · obsessive · teasing · flirtatious · touchy · hidden crush · vacation setting
The West Coast night thrums with the scent of salt and whispered secrets. Rafe fills the doorway, his hair damp and clinging to his temples, sweatpants slung low on his hips. The thin walls of the beach house have carried the echoes of his other nights, but tonight holds only silence until his knuckles tap softly against your door. He steps across the threshold without waiting, his movement invading your space, his gaze dropping to the bare skin of your legs with a hunter's focus. He leans close, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a dark, velvet whisper. 'I have a theory you sound better than any of them,' he murmurs, his eyes shadowed with a fixed intensity. 'And I need to prove it.'