fear love¹ | rafe cameron

twenty-eight

I was jolted out of my sleep by a loud thunder and startled awake in bed. The room we were sleeping in brightened every few seconds as lightning appeared in the sky and shone through the room.

Suddenly I heard a loud clatter coming from the living room. I assumed that it was one of the windows that I had not closed completely and had opened due to the strong wind. The windows of the hut were anyway no longer the newest and would have to be replaced actually times.

With a quick glance at the other side of the bed, I saw that Rafe was sleeping peacefully, snuggled up in the covers, oblivious to the storm and the rattling of the window.

When a storm swept over the island at night, nothing helped me to fall asleep again, which is why I usually stayed awake until the storm moved on or it was time to get up and start the day.

I slipped on my comfy shoes, pulled a sweater of Rafe's over my head, which hung over the end of the bed, and ran towards the door of the room to get into the living room to close the rattling window again.

»Damn it« I whispered, squinting my eyes as I ran my hip into the edge of my dresser. Running into it caused a few things to fall, filling the silence in the room with a dull sound as my candles and body sprays, which had been neatly sorted on the dresser until just now, fell to the wooden floor.

Carefully and as quietly as possible I picked them up and put them back on the dresser before taking small steps to Rafe's side of the bed to see if he was still sleeping.

I adjusted his blanket and pulled it over his shoulder and left the room.

It was raining so hard that I thought the roof would collapse at any moment and I would be standing in a huge puddle. I turned on the little light that was on a small table next to the sofa and ran over to the rattling window and pushed it shut and pulled the curtains closed to block the light from the lightning.

It was quite cold in the cabin because the window was open all the time and the wind whistled into the rooms through the open window. I glanced at the glowing red clock that sat on a shelf above the round dining table. 02:26 am it flashed.

I put water on and unwrapped the tea bag and placed it in the cup, waiting for the teapot on the stove to start simmering. I leaned against the kitchen counter and stared out the window. The branches were slapping against the window pane from the wind and the rain was pattering against it.

Surely I could tell I was in love. He feels like home and maybe love is one of the safest places to be.

The whistle of the teapot snapped me out of my thoughts and I ran to the stove and took the teapot off the stove top as fast as I could so Rafe wouldn't wake up from the noise.

Which I was pretty sure I could move the furniture and he would still be fast asleep.

I hopped on the kitchen island, stirred my tea with a spoon as I poured milk into the black tea and flipped open my laptop.

Next week is the midsummer party and since my dad, Veronica and I were also invited, I wanted to use the time now to look for a dress.

This is the quintessential kook party. Sponsored by the Cameron's and of course as swanky as can be.

Everywhere you looked there were women in the most expensive dresses, wearing the most elegant jewelry, literally arguing every year who wore more crystals in the jewelry and the men wore suits, a bow tie and the hair was strictly combed back.

An hour later I had four dresses in the shopping cart and now drank the last sip from my second cup of tea.
Outside it was still storming and sometimes the small lamp flickered.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom opened and Rafe came out. »There you are« he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. »Hey« I said in a calm voice and flipped the laptop closed a bit so he wouldn't see the clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, wrapping his hands around my body and resting his head on my shoulder from behind.
"Nothing" I grinned, lightly slapping his hand as he tried to flip up the laptop.

"I'm looking for dresses for the midsummer party" I revealed to him and flipped the laptop open, knowing he wouldn't let up and keep asking until he got the answer he wanted from me.

He took a little distance and propped his arms on the kitchen counter and wiped his fingers across the mouse pad, clicking on each of the four dresses.

As he did so, he got stuck on two dresses and kept looking at them. One went all the way to the floor and was tinted a light pink and made of satin.

The other also went to the floor and was satin, had a slit down the side, a V-neck with thin spaghetti straps and was cream white in color.

»I like them both« he said firmly, looking at me.

»And why Mr. Cameron?« I asked, putting my arm around his shoulder and nuzzling his hair.

»Because I can quickly rip them off your body« he grinned dirtily, nodding proudly at the thought.

»Then I'll take the dress« and pressed on a completely different dress, where the back was laced with thin ribbons and definitely did not resemble Rafe's idea. What he didn't know was that the V-neck dress was also my favorite but I liked to provoke him.

»You're taking one of the other dresses, yeah?« we both stared deeply into each other's eyes. I tuned out any background noise around me, as if looking into his eyes would take me to another world.

Suddenly I didn't care that there was thunder and lightning. I lost myself in his eyes over and over again.
»Make me« I whispered against his lips before hopping off the kitchen island and putting the empty cup of tea in the sink.

»Absolutely not« Rafe stood in front of me and stopped me from jumping off the kitchen island. He propped himself up with his arms, blocking my path. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started nuzzling his neck from top to bottom.

»You have nothing to say to me« I said, running my finger over the line of his lips while my other hand left his neck and ran over his naked torso until I reached the hem of his boxers.
»Don't play with me« he muttered without breaking eye contact between the two of us.

»I'm not playing with you, I'm taking control over you« I breathed against his lips and let my hand slip into his boxers.

»Grace!« he held my wrist and stopped my hand movement in his boxers. »Don't call me that« I said. I hated it when he called me that. He was the only person who called me Gracie and I wanted to keep it that way. »You know I don't like it when you play with me« he said.

»Would you just shut up and kiss me already?« I asked and a moment later he let go of my wrist and put his hand to my cheek and let our lips melt together.

Suddenly there was thunder so bad that the little light went out and the constant flashes in the sky were the only light illuminating the room. »Tell me what you want to do with me at the Midsummer party« I said.

»I'm going to take your dress off and then-« he said with a heavy heart, interrupting the sentence as my hand movements became faster and faster.

»And then what?« I asked, completely focused.

»I'm going to take your panties off with one hand while my other hand presses your hips against my body« he said stuttering and I could easily see in the darkness how his upper body was rising and falling faster and faster and he was breathing more hastily.

»What if I don't wear any?« I provoked him. »Even better« he said in a trembling voice and put his head in his neck, a slight groan escaped him and he propped himself up on the kitchen island with both hands next to me.

»See how easy it is to take control over you?« I whispered against his lips and then jumped off the kitchen island as he ran his hand through his hair.

»I'll show you I can do the same« he murmured after me, breathing heavily.

I lay down in bed and a moment later I heard the splash of the shower.