{Red Roses} ~Rafe Cameron~

27. Evil

His room was clean for a teenage boy. It smelt of his cologne. There were book shelves filled with books. Ophelia spotted one of her favourite it was called 'Evil' it reminded her of everything she's been through her whole life. It made her relate to it, which she loved.

Rafe sat down on his bed and patted the seat next to him. Ophelia sat down and played with her rings.
"I'm sorry about what topper said to John B" rafe blurted out. Ophelia took a minute to reply.
"It's ok. He didn't know" she shrugged. Rafe nodded along.

"Wanna play a game" he asked
"Sure" she smiled
"Ok. We have to ask each other a question and if we get it wrong, we have to take of one piece of clothing." He smiled cheekily.

"Alright" Ophelia smirked at him. Fuck that turned him on.
"What's the topic?" Ophelia asked.
"Hm. What's a subject your bad at, In school?" He asked her.
"Hmm probably French" she smiled.
"Really? Same, ok ok well do it on that. That way we can both get better at it".
"Ok" Ophelia smiled.

Now Rafe Cameron was very fluent in French. But she didn't need to know that.

"Alright I'll go first" he smiled
"Alright" she waited for his question.
"How do you say hello?" He asked a simple one.
"Oh, I know this one. Bonjour" Ophelia added the accent.
"Good job" rafe laughed.

"How do you say good bye" she smiled at him. Rafe pretended to think.
"Is it, Au revoir?" He smiled.
"I think so" Ophelia laughed.

This game went on for a bit. And guess who won. Yes Rafe did. Not like he was fluent in French or anything.
"How the hell do you not have any of your clothes off?" She asked.
"Hm I don't know" he shrugged with a smirk.

"You know, the colour of your bra is actually my favourite colour" he smiled.
"Oh really. That's so sweet" Ophelia replied sarcastically, they were both pissing themselves, by laughing. They had such a great time.

The laughter died down, the two teens were exhausted. Rafe was wearing some gray shorts, without a shirt and Ophelia was wearing his spare boxers and his shirt. It smelt like his cologne. She could drown in it.

"Can I read you a bed time story?" Rafe asked her with a cute smile.
"Are we like five?" She laughed.
"Please" he dragged the word out and pouted.
"Fine" she laughed. Rafe walked over to his book shelf. He searched for a moment until he picked out his book.

'Evil'

Ophelia's favourite book. She smiled to herself. Rafe came back over to the bed. He sat down and took Ophelia in his arms. She cuddled up next to him. He opened the book. And started reading. He was stroking her hair softly. She listened to his soothing voice, read the words on the book.

Rafe kissed her forehead. She smiled and moved closer to him, if that was even possible. The last thing Ophelia heard before she drifted off to sleep was

'Is evil something you do or something you are.'