Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

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"Calla?"

"Calla comon wake up," Rafe nudged, shaking her shoulder gently as her eyes fluttered open.

Calla felt exhaustion take over all of her senses as her blurry vision slightly cleared to see Rafe. She turned to look out the window, seeing flashing lights outside of the rather large house in front of them. Finally she became aware of the loud base playing inside as her brain slowly outed of her unconscious state.

"Comon la we're here," he informed her.

"Can't I just stay in the car?" She wined, rubbing her face, forgetting about the cuts and accidentally coming in contact with the tender skin. She pulled her fingers away trying to ignore the stinging pain shooting through her face.

"No you're not staying out here by yourself." He continued, "let's go, you'll have fun."

Rafe stepped out of the truck as Calla rested her head back again before he was already at the passenger side opening her door. "Calla let's go," he groaned, pulling her hand as she slid out of the truck.

They leisurely made their way up the path towards the lively house, thanks to Calla walking at a treacherously slow pace. As they made it to the doors, she could already sense the headache forming in the back of her head. "Where's the drinks?" She questioned.

"Uh uh, no drinks for you tonight," he insisted, grabbing her arm and pulling her thorough the large mass making sure she didn't get lost in the crowd.

"Then what was the point of coming," she shouted over the music as it got louder, filtering out any talking going on amongst the party goers.

He ignored her persistent whining and pulled her over to the stairs. "Im gonna go find Top, alright?"

Before she could protest he had already became swallowed by the huge crowd leaving her alone with no one to talk to. "Asshole." She muttered under her breath taking a seat on the stairs. This was definitely one of the largest inside parties she had been at in a while. Her thoughts tangled and all she could think back to was Rafe.

Although, she had pretty much spent the entirety of the day with Rafe, she couldn't figure out why his attitude had changed so much towards her the past couple of days. One day he's doing everything in his power to make her miserable, and the next he's insisting that she stays at his house and lets her cry in his arms. None of it made sense.

Her mind flashed back to the time in the bathroom when it seemed like they were gonna kiss, but didn't. Her memory of that night was hazy because of the intoxicated state she was in, but not too much of a blur to forget that she didn't end up doing anything with him like her friends accused.

She did however remember climbing into bed with him but only because she didn't know where the guest rooms were.

Well, that was true, but not entirely.

She had endured a tour of the house by Ward before they left on their trip to the Bahamas, so she could've easily searched a short amount of time to find a spare bedroom. But something about laying next to someone.. or Rafe, was comforting in that moment so she just did it. It was nice being so close to him, and the truth was, was that that was the most sleep she had gotten in a while. For some reason, wrapped up in the silk sheets next to the boy who radiated heat and expesive, sweet cologne, helped fight away the demons that usually teased her at night, distracting her from the much needed sleep she lacked at home.

She didn't know what to think when she woke up with his arms wrapped around her, except that she needed to leave in case he regretted his sleepily actions and stopped talking to her completely.