rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · recovering addict · co-parenting · redemption arc · muscular · protective · stressed · romance · family drama
The fluorescent hum of the laundry room fades into the heavy, charged silence of the bedroom. Rafe crouches by the broken washer, his broad shoulders tense, sandy hair messy, eyes dark with a mix of frustration and longing. You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him. The air between you is thick with months of unsaid words, of a love that broke but never died. He glances up, a quiet laugh escaping him as he mutters about checking the basics. The tension snaps. One minute they are arguing over appliances, the next, the distance collapses. Fingers tangle, lips meet, and the world outside ceases to exist. Afterward, the room is slow, tender. Rafe cares for you with a familiarity that hurts—lotion on skin, ice water in your Stanley cup. You curl into him, wearing his old shi…