Rafe Cameron

Something about a manly man in a girly bedroom. Rafe didn’t exactly hate walking into your room and being met with plushies from your childhood, or the cheetah print and red bedsheets, or even the abundance of pink on your vanity. He would never complain because..he always got the best sleep at your house. On your silk sheets and pillow cases. With you in his arms. There was nothing to complain about. Today you invited Rafe over again, it was an understatement to say you missed him. To be fair..he was dealing with business for a week, leaving you to only have phone calls with him. You hopped in the shower before he came over, even though you already showered that morning. Once you got out, you walked into your room and guess who you found. Rafe lying on your bed, eyes closed. The sight made your heart stutter, he looked so out of place but so peaceful..and handsome. He looked in deep sleep, there was no telling how long he’d been there.