a/n: sorry the chapter is kind of short, wanted to get it out sooner
tw: sexual content
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one month later
"I like that one," Bexley said, happily.
Rafe smiled. "Yeah? This one?"
The two of them were in a local taxi, heading back to their hotel room. The beautiful Hawaiian coast was their view on the drive. Bexley sat next to Rafe, snuggled under his arm. She wiggled her way even closer. "Yes. You have my permission to post it."
Rafe looked at the photo. "Your permission? I need your permission to post photos of you?"
She scoffed. "Yes. Obviously. I need to make sure I look good in them."
Rafe let out a humored laugh. "How could you not?"
Bexley felt a blush form on her cheeks. She looked at Rafe, her eyes glancing over his face. His hair fell over his forehead, ending just before his eyes. She liked this look on him. It made him look kinder, and more attractive. It always felt so unreal being complimented by such an attractive man. Gleefully, she reached forward and kissed his cheek, three times.
His smile grew larger, but his eyes stayed on the phone, admiring all the photos they took that day. They went on a hike together, like Bexley often wanted to do, and they unexpectedly found a waterfall. Bexley didn't want to touch it, or go in the water, because she was worried the area might be sacred to the locals since there were so many hand planted flowers. But she wanted him to take photos of her in front of it on the hill they went up.
Admittedly, he was biased when it came to figuring out what she looked good in. He loved every photo of her. And she just looked so happy in these ones.
"My feet are killing me," Bexley whispered. She turned from him and rubbed her ankle. "How far are we from the hotel?"
"Just, like, ten more minutes," he told her. They used a local taxi to get everywhere. He put his phone away, and put his full attention on her. "Want me to carry you to the elevator?"
"Hmmm," she pretended to be thinking, but her playful smile gave away her quick, "Yes."
He chuckled lightly.
"Sorry," came the voice of their taxi driver. "Might be a little longer. There's a festival up the road. It may be blocked off."
Bexley sat up straight. "A festival?"
Rafe looked over, and noticed the way her eyes lit up. A soft smile graced his face again, seeing her try to hide a new, obvious excitement. So he asked, "Do you want to go?"
She bit her lip, trying to act causal. "No," she said, leaning back. "We can just go back to the hotel."
Rafe almost laughed. He leaned forward, and told the driver, "Why don't you just drop us off the closest you can get to the festival?"
"Will do."
When Rafe leaned back again, he noticed the larger, more excited smile on Bexley's face. She grabbed his arm, showing her excitement even more. Rafe melted from her touch, always.

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ROCK BOTTOM ~ Rafe Cameron // OC // JJ Maybank
FanfictionJJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley. Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.