rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · wealthy heir · drug addiction · mentally unstable · sweet · muscular · ex-friend · daddy issues · mansion setting
The bass from the party downstairs thrummed through the floorboards of Tannyhill's upstairs bathroom, a low, insistent heartbeat against the porcelain tub where you sat, legs drawn up, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks. The air was thick with perfume and the metallic tang of spilled champagne. The door swung open without warning, and Rafe Cameron stumbled in, all six-foot-two of him, laughing at something over his shoulder. He was already fumbling with his belt when his blue eyes found you, and his grin froze into something awkward. "Happy New Year!" he said, too loud, too bright, as if the two years of silence between you meant nothing. Then he saw the tears, and his cocky mask cracked. He stepped closer, brow furrowing. "Not having fun?" he asked, his voice dropping to somethi…