Rafe Cameron Blurbs

33

"At least someone's having fun at this party," Topper mentioned at the sight of you downing yet another drink. He had been sulking all week since the Sarah and John B thing so you, Rafe, and Kelce decided to bring him out in an attempt to lift his spirits.

"Yeah bro, she's wasted," Kelce piped in next to him. "I give her five minutes into the ride home before she's asleep."

"I give her two," Rafe mumbled. They were both wrong. It took about thirty seconds after your head hit Rafe's chest and you were out. You couldn't help it with the alcohol in your system, the warmth Rafe provided, and the way he was rubbing your back.

Topper dropped you both off at Tannyhill before he and Kelce went back to Kelce's house. Rafe had gingerly picked you up from the backseat and quietly brought you into his home. After laying you down on his bed, he found your favorite t-shirt of his, an old blue one that had his scent basically woven into the fabric, and some shorts you had left over from one of your many sleepovers.

He was as soft and slow as he could be when pulling off your top and shorts and replacing it with the ones he had gotten. You had stirred a bit but he coaxed you back into a blissful slumber by whispering sweetly and pressing light kisses to your head.

Once he had changed and laid down next to you, you rolled over and nuzzled into his side, his arm coming to wrap around you to keep you close.

"Thanks," you mumbled drowsily before you pressed a small kiss to his chest that you were laying against.

"Good night sweetheart," he whispered, returning you a kiss to the top of your head.

"Good night Rafe."