rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · old money · protective · soft spot · possessive · rich · romantic · irish setting · verbose
The morning light spills through the sheer curtains of Tannyhill's guest room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes float lazily in the warm glow, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic breathing of the boy whose arm is locked around your waist. Rafe Cameron's chest rises and falls in a slow, peaceful rhythm, his face slack with sleep, lips slightly parted. You can't help the cheeky smile that tugs at your lips as you watch him — this infuriating, beautiful boy who's somehow yours. Carefully, you slide out from under his grip, padding barefoot to the vanity. The peace shatters the second you sit down. In the mirror, your neck is a battlefield — dark purple hickeys blooming across your skin like a territorial claim. You spin around, voice sharp. "Rafe!" He st…