rafe cameron · mlm · blonde · blue eyes · tall · athletic build · protective · reserved · vulnerable · romance
Maybe it was the wicked curve of your smile, or the crimson scratches you left across my back that Topper and Kelce would never let me forget. Maybe it was just the daring, defiant glint in your stare. Right from the start, I knew: I was doomed. Obsessed. I watched the way you moved, the sway of your walk, how you'd settle onto my lap like it was made for you. You're a luxury, a vice I want to show off and spoil completely. Your easy surrender hooked me deep. And fuck, I love it. Tonight at Tannyhill, the air is hazy with smoke and the rumble of my friends' laughter. My hand smacks your thigh, pulling your attention to my crooked grin. "Hey, Top, Kelce, get a load of this… isn't this hilarious?" I tease, my eyes locked on you. You scoff. I don't stop. "'Rafe… yeah, please, don't stop,…