ROCK BOTTOM ~ Rafe Cameron // OC // JJ Maybank

SEVENTEEN.

tw: violence, Rafe being Rafe 🙄

"You're telling me you've grown up right on the water front your entire life and have never tried lobster?"

"So, what?" Bexley said, with a small laugh. "Maybe I don't like it."

"You wouldn't know, you've never tried it."

She sent Rafe a playful glare. "Whatever."

Rafe had docked off Figure Eight, insisting that he knew of a place she would love. He took her to a beautifully decorated outdoor seafood restaurant. She wouldn't dare come here without him, feeling too poor to even apply for a job at the upscale place.

They sat in the corner of the outside area, empty tables around them. Rafe requested the most private area. It was crazy how money just immediately gave you power. He could request whatever he wanted, and the restaurant would accommodate him.

"We're gonna get you some," he told her.

Honestly, Bexley liked the way Rafe spoke with such confidence. You had to have tons of it to walk into a five star restaurant wearing a backwards baseball hat, right?

She also like how he looked. That purple shirt looked amazing on him, and she kept thinking about how he wore it just for her. And the new cologne, that smelled so good, had also been just for her.

Bexley smiled. She felt so special.

She was looking down at the menu, when Rafe reached forward and pulled it out of her hands.

"Hey," she complained, playfully. "I was looking at that."

He just looked down at the menu, saying, "You don't know what any of these things are."

She rolled her eyes. Maybe that was true. "I was looking at the pictures." More like the prices.

He laughed. "Okay. Okay. How about I order something for you, and you order something for you, and we'll see who picks better."

They were expensive meals. And he loved flaunting how he could buy multiple so easily.

"What'll we do with the extra?"

Rafe shrugged, a small smile on his lips. "Maybe breakfast tomorrow?"

She let out an impressed, "Oh? You're gonna give me lobster for breakfast? Will you bring it to me in bed like the movies?"

Rafe smirked and said, "I'll bring you breakfast in bed. But it'll be what you ordered, since you're gonna like my choice more."

"Hmmm," she snatched the menu back from him, a playful smile on her lips. "We'll see."

Rafe watched her for a moment, amused by her competitive attitude.

"You know," he said, "We could order an extra meal on purpose too. Like, maybe for lunch tomorrow too."

"Lunch?" she asked. "How long do you want to stay out?"

He shrugged. "I'm just not in a hurry to go home."

"Me neither," she said, honestly. "But I don't know how long you can keep seafood." She bit her lip. "So...maybe we can try somewhere else for lunch tomorrow."

He heart sped up at her words. And at the knowledge she would still be there, with him, the next day.

Rafe looked over at her, smiling. "Yeah, that'd be fun." He looked towards the drink menu, eager to find something else to make her happy, to keep her wanting to be near him. "You want anything to drink? Wine or anything?"