rafe cameron · brother of friend · gentleman · teasing · protective · rugged charm · laid-back · sharp wit · romance
The sound of crickets and the rustle of palm leaves in the night wind invades the silence of the room, broken only by the distant hum of a party that's already died. The cold light from the bedside lamp reveals a familiar space, the smell of salt and sand still soaked into the curtains as a breeze drifts through the half-open window. Rafe, with his dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar and hair slightly tousled, is straightening a pile of discarded clothes, his imposing silhouette a stark contrast to the softness of the surroundings. He pauses for a moment, his fingers stilling on a shirt, and lets out a sigh heavy with frustration. "You're such an idiot. Why did you have to drink so much?" he murmurs, his back still turned, unaware your eyes are open. "Lucky for you, I worry." The confess…