Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (sweetheart)

what started out as putting on some socks and slipping a hoodie on over the long-sleeve shirt you already adorned turned into more layers of clothing and blankets alike. you didn't know why your house had felt so cold, but you'd surmised that there was something wrong with your haphazard heater.

in your near-frozen state, you completely forgot that rafe was coming over.

"sweetheart?" he called into the house when he opened the door so you knew it was him and not some random person walking in.

"in here," you announced right back, the boy following your voice to the living room.

you heard him before you saw him. "why is it so cold in here?" then, he found you on the couch and let out a chuckle. "how can you breathe under all those layers?"

"shut up." it was laced with laughter, not venom. "i think my heater has finally bit the dust."

"well," rafe started before when he leaned over the back of the couch to press a greeting kiss to your lips, "you are always welcome over at casa cameron if you're looking to get out of the cold."

"warmth, time with my favorite guy, and i get to see wheezie too? how could i pass up the offer?" you told him in a light, almost teasing tone. "wanna come help me pack my bag?"

he kissed your lips once more and matched your smile. "i would love nothing more."