LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

04: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯

R A F E

Tannyhill was quiet, still covered in all the trash from last night's party, but not as loud and crowded.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the open window frame, leaving a bright glow on the floor, and all he could hear in his room was her soft snoring.

She was still fast asleep, her body curled up under the sheets and her head resting deep on one of his pillows.

Rafe felt...something as he looked at her, no matter how hard he tried to deny it and no matter how great his hatred for her might was, in the back of his mind she was still more than just one of Sarah's little friends.

But everything he did last night, he'd only done because he had to. If Topper hadn't forced him to take care of her, she would most likely still be out there.

Drunk and totally lost on that large garden sofa.

He shook his head at himself and entered his bathroom, leaving her alone in his bed just to escape his own mind for a while.

He turned on the shower and undressed while the warm water misted the bathroom walls.

The way his thoughts took over worried him. He had seen many different girls lying in his bed. Tucked tightly under his covers. Their heads buried deep in his pillow.

But unlike the other girls, he hadn't dared to lie next to Alice in his bed last night.

He blamed it on the fact that he couldn't stand her.

After all, no one would sleep next to someone they didn't like, right?

That's how he felt about most of the Kook girls on the island. They were good enough to fuck, but he didn't really want to hang out with them.

But Alice was useless to him in both ways.

Neither good for fucking nor good for hanging around, because his little sister had made sure she would never get involved with him.

But JJ fucking Maybank was good enough?

He would never understand it, no matter how hard he tried to.

A L I C E

Alice woke up when she heard the shower being turned on.

Her head felt heavy, as if someone was constantly hitting it with a hammer. She yawned and propped herself up on her elbows, glancing around the boyish room.

It had been about a year since she had last been in there.

A damn long time, which she realized once she noticed how much Rafe's room had changed over time.

She had been drunk last night, but not drunk enough not to know whose room she was in.

The walls were painted a dark shade of green, making the room feel quite warm and comfortable. His bed was big - huge in contrast to her own. The bedstead was made of dark wood and the mattresses so soft, they made her sink into them. The sheets carried Rafe's scent and she felt like she was drowning in that bed and although she could still clearly remember that he used to have a few pictures and personal things standing around as decoration back then, none of that was to be found anymore.

No more pictures and no more personal things.

„Good morning." His hoarse voice appeared from the bathroom door.

Her eyes swung to him, seeing him freshly showered and all dressed up. His blond hair was still wet as he stood there in a gray shirt with the top two buttons undone, through which flashed the thin chain he wore.