𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 | Rafe Cameron

FORTY TWO

042 ~ Truth or-

Later that night, Rafe drove me home only to find out that as soon as my parents had gotten back they decided to leave straight after. A note says

Hey hun,
It's dad, your mom wanted to go away for a while. Sorry to leave. I've transferred you money and written a check. Feel free to ask you for more.

Love, dad
x

What?!

"They said they were getting a divorce are you shitting me!" Rafe stands wide eyed, no one knew but me and Tony... now Rafe. I told him to come in for a while but now my parents are gone he's staying wether he likes it or not. I'm going to need him. "Fuck!"

Rafe hushes me, rushing to my side to lull me. "Where's Tony?" He asks. I lean into his touch feeling the warmth, settling my anger. "He texted me earlier, he's at a friends house for a few days before he leaves for college again." I say.

A few moments pass in comfortable silence. I almost find myself drifting to sleep in his arms. "Rafe can you stay." My voice muffles against his chest, I could barely understand myself.

"I wasn't planning on leaving." We stay tangled in each others arms until our legs get tired and I have no choice but to get ready for bed. I'm tired and aggravated that yet again my parents have left me alone. I should be used to it but I'm not and I never will be. It feels wrong. All my life they've left me, like it's so easy.

I put on a set of black silk pyjamas that have a pink laced rim around the edges. I loved this set. Made me feel pretty for some reason. I hadn't seen Rafe in the past few minutes and I'm worried he's now left me. He wouldn't do that to me, would he? Come to think of it we're not even together yet. He's never asked me to be his girlfriend-

I look in the mirror to see behind me stands Rafe with a wooden tray with what looks like two mugs. He sets it down onto my bed as he retrieves the mug and places them carefully in the bedside table next to my alarm clock. He notices my stair through the mirror, "yeah?" He says nonchalantly.

I grin, "what ya' got there, pretty boy?" I ask the boy. "Had a craving for chocolate but all you had in the pantry was liquid chocolate so... hot chocolate it is." He's put whipped cream on top and everything.

"Rafe..." I finally turn around catching his full attention. "When are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?" Maybe he didn't want me to be his girlfriend, maybe he just wanted a superficial fling. "Or weren't you ever going to?" I wanted Rafe, as a boyfriend, not a fling. I wanted everything that came with a relationship, like... like, what do people in relationships do? I don't think I could ever get Rafe to put a face mask on. No matter how many orgasms I'd offer.

He moves forward. "Ever since I touched you you've been my girlfriend." He insists. "Why do you think I almost killed that guy from the party? I've told you. Your mine."

"Ask me."

He smirks. "You really want me to ask you." I nod into his hand under my chin. "Ask me, Rafe." I tell him, not ask, tell. Rafe is mine. And I'm making it official.

He huffs but he doesn't actually look mad just exasperated by my eagerness. "Lee," his hand placed on my chin slides further to my throat, possessing me, "will you be my girlfriend?" He squeezes both pulse points and I feel them react as they race quicker on his finger tips and in my ears.

"No." I say, smugly. He looks shocked and unhinged. "Get on your knees." Yeah, I said that. He made me wait. He's made me loose my friends. He must beg. And he will.

He does so, one knee after the other. His hand trails down my front as he does.

"Beg."

If I've ever seen him smirk before this is the biggest one yet. He begs. He whines. I own this man now. Forever. He's changed me, maybe for the worst, maybe for the best but who cares because I have Rafe. People may hate that he's my boyfriend but I've worried about it so much I'm numb to it. I should be proud of my boyfriend. And god am I.

Fuck. Yes.

Rafe. Cameron. Are you kidding me of course I'm fucking happy. I grin, still hovering over him. "Okay. Bed mr." I snap out of it. I'm not sure what came over me. But I felt powerful. Dominant. Maybe that's why Rafe likes over powering in the bedroom. He's just nods, knocking out of hypnosis. Impressed. He kisses my temple.

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Me and Rafe slept peacefully in each others arms all night. I practically slept like a log. I'd never had a well rested sleep like this before, I want this every night. I hum, stretching any tension from my stiff body. I feel Rafe start to shuffle as I'm still in his hooped arms. "Morning, baby." He smiles at the nickname.

"Morning." He mumbled, still waking from his slumber. I shift from him to check the time on my phone, "oh my- it's eleven thirty four." I gasp. The last time I'd slept past 10 was when I was on some sort of devils dandruff and what-not. It was hard to sleep on em', so when I did, it would be an all day thing. I missed to school days, trips and anything important I had planned. I'm so glad those days are over.

I just hope it sticks, again.

"No way." His groggy voice was so strong and weirdly calming. "You hungry?" He asks. I shake my head, "not a morning eater." I say, truthfully. "Makes me sick." Which again isn't a lie, it's the reason I can't go to brunch.

His face shrivels, "huh?"

I lay back down facing him, his eyes still closed not ready to open them yet to the sun light. "You can open your eyes ya' know, the curtains are closed." I laugh a little. He opens one to check and the other once he's confirmed the coast is clear. I giggle.

He gives me a quick peck once he lays eyes on me. Nothing too much. I further the kiss, making it sweet, hiding the need for him. Which is hard, considering the way Rafe looks in the morning. His messy hair and lazy eyes. "I heard what you said to Sarah." He whispers like someone could be listening.

Please tell me it's not what I think he heard.

"I think I love you too, princess." He quotes me, he's smirking at my words from the other night. I smile. "No, I know I love you." He corrects himself.