rafe · Y/n story by @ar14

The salt-washed air slips through the cracked window of the beach house, carrying the distant thrum of a party already in full swing down the shore.

???

Don't move.

The voice is low, rough from sleep or something else. Before she can turn, arms snake around her waist from behind. A chin drops to her shoulder. Warmth presses against her back.

???

You look too good. Might have to keep you here.

In the mirror, she sees him—Rafe Cameron. Hair still messy, eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.