Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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Rafe was leaning against the table you both were sitting at. He was just so captivated by everything you did. The way you used your hands when you talked. How you smiled when discussing something you were passionate about. When your nose scrunched and your eyes crinkled slightly at the outside corner. He found it all so endearing, but what he loved most was your voice. It was as smooth as silk and as calming as the ocean breeze. He could listen to it for hours if you'd let him.

"So that's how my day went," you finished your story of everything that had between that morning when you last saw him to this very moment.

"Could you say that again?" Rafe asked you, still seeming to be in the daze he was in when you were talking earlier.

"Were you not listening?" you chuckled at the blond across from you. You thought for sure he at least heard something from the way he was staring so intently at you during your story. Maybe he was just zoned out or something.

"No I was, I just like hearing your voice," he told you honestly while his head fell further into his hand. You laughed at the boy before speaking again.

"You want to hear about my whole day again?"

"Yeah and yesterday too."