rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · recovering addict · co-parenting · redemption arc · muscular · protective · stressed · romance · family drama
The fluorescent buzz of the laundry room bleeds away, swallowed by the thick, charged quiet of the bedroom. Rafe kneels by the lifeless washer, his broad back taut, sandy hair mussed from running his hands through it. His blue eyes are shadowed with a familiar cocktail of frustration and raw want. You lean against the doorframe, arms folded, watching him work. The space between you is dense with months of words left unsaid, of a love that shattered but refused to die. He glances up, a quiet, breathy laugh escaping him as he mutters something about checking the obvious. The tension snaps. One moment you’re arguing over a broken appliance, the next, the careful distance collapses. Fingers tangle in fabric, lips meet with desperate recognition, and the world outside this room ceases to exi…