Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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"This thing is so fucking itchy," Rafe griped as he tugged at the red wool material and scratched at his side through the sweater.

"I don't care. This is an ugly Christmas sweater party so you have to wear it and you look cute in it and we're matching so mine can't be without yours," you explained while laughing at his upset expression. His frown was soon turned upside down when your lips connected with his for a mere moment before Topper walked up to the two of you, Sarah right next to him.

"I can't believe no one has spiked the eggnog yet," Scarlet, Sarah's friend and host of the party, mentioned to Sarah before waltzing over to some other guests.

"I'll be right back," Rafe whispered in your ear and then nodded for Topper to follow him, leaving you and Sarah alone.

"Where are they going?" she quizzed, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"Where do you think?" you asked right back as you pointed over to the pair of grinning boys that were adding some bourbon to the punch bowl of eggnog and mixing it in.

"Ohhhh," she dragged out the word while she watched the boys pour four glasses of their concoction before waking up to you both.

"Here you go ladies," Topper offered you and Sarah each a glass before grabbing his from Rafe. You watched Sarah take a sip to gauge her reaction and based on her facial expression you could tell they put too much, or at least too much for her.

"Y'all trying to get her drunk off one sip?" you joked as you grabbed the glass from her while she coughed.

"Maybe," Rafe laughed. His arm slid around your waist and pulled you close to him. He took a sip of his drink before he kissed your lips passionately.

"Or maybe I wanted to get you drunk off one kiss."