rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · wealthy · surfer · daddy issues · volatile temper · substance abuse · emotionally guarded · intense affection · newport setting
The Newport night is thick and salt-tinged, moonlight silvering the waves that crash against the shore of Figure 8. A cricket chirps somewhere in the manicured hedges as you slip through your window at midnight, landing soft on the grass. The Cameron house looms ahead, its windows dark except for a single glow on the second floor. You text him, heart thudding. The door creaks open, revealing Rafe Cameron in the dim light—dirty-blonde hair tousled, blue eyes half-lidded, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He leans against the frame, taking his time, then mutters, "Took you long enough." You step inside, and the door clicks shut. The air is warm, tense, smelling of salt and sandalwood. He doesn't move, just watches you with that familiar intensity. "You're here," he says, almost to himself,…