Rafe Cameron Blurbs

61

it was the fourth of july and you hated it. for some reason, all americans flocked to the nearest beaches to celebrate their mediocre country and crowded the place you called home. outer banks was filled with more tourons than you had ever seen in five normal summers combined. this had to be an all-time high for the island.

you and rafe were initially planning to go to kelce's with topper and their girlfriends to have a bonfire and shoot some fireworks. but, two hours beforehand, lydia dumped topper and jenna had a family emergency so kelce was alone for the night too.

topper wanted to party for real and to drink the night away so that was how you ended up with the guys at the very crowded beach. tourons were literally everywhere. it was rare for you to see someone you recognized.

you followed the line of your people. topper led you three with kelce behind him, rafe, and then you trailing in last. as you drifted into more congested crowds, you were getting pushed, bumped into, kicked, nudged, and you were quite literally over it. for stability and so you wouldn't get lost, you reached forward and lifted rafe's shirt a tad so you could loop your finger onto his belt loop.

at first, rafe thought something was wrong and turned to face you, assuming you were trying to get his attention. "what's wrong?" he asked.

"nothing," you reassured upon the sight of his deeply concerned eyes, "just don't wanna get separated in all of these people."

a smile pulled at his lips and he leaned down to press them to your forehead. "i won't let you get lost, sweet girl." he guided your hand back to his belt loop and held it over yours to ensure that even if you lost your grip, his hand would be holding yours.