LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

42: 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥

It was quiet, a silence that often existed between them, but never in this way.

They shared a blanket, laying in the middle of his bed and yet neither of them said anything.

His hand trailed along the skin of her leg, which was draped over his hip. Her body nestled close to his side, the blanket pulled over her shoulders and the fingers of her right hand drawing little circles on his chest.

„I should've gone home" Alice murmured and looked up at him, her chin on his chest.

„Because of Sarah?" Rafe frowned back at her.

She nodded humming and stopped drawing those absent-minded circles on his chest, instead letting her hand rest calmly on it. „I mean, she already hates me enough, lying here with you probably won't make it any better"

„It's my fucking room, we can do whatever we want in here"

„You don't get it" She sighed tiredly and nibbled on her bottom lip, averted her gaze and let her head fall back against his chest.

It was the fact that Sarah was alone in her room across the hall which made her feel so damn guilty.

Because even if she had said things that were a bit exaggerated, Alice somewhere understood where the anger was coming from.

Except that she wouldn't react that way if the same thing would've happened with Ian and Sarah.

„Just stop overthinking it" Rafe sighed, turning sideways so they were facing each other.

She nodded and didn't even look him in the eyes. All she felt were his fingers drumming on the skin of her hip and him looking at her thoughtfully. In the dim light of his bedside lamp, his expression seemed so warm, and yet she couldn't manage to blend out her thoughts.

Until Rafe got fed up with it. „okay, get up."

Frowning, she watched him get out of bed and walk over to his closet, leaving her alone under the covers. „What are you doing?"

„Put this on" He tossed her one of his white hoodies, pulling out a black one for himself. His sudden change in actions confused her in every way.

„What are-„

„Shut up, and get dressed"

„You usually always say the opposite" She pulled the hoodie over her head as if she hadn't just thrown a bunch of images into his mind.

Rafe glanced over his shoulder at her, taken aback by her words.

She climbed out of his bed with an innocent smile. His hoodie hung on her like a sack, the sleeves covering half of her palms, and yet the image of what was hidden underneath all that fabric flashed through his mind.

„Tell me where we're going" She urged curiously.

„You'll see" He pushed her out of his room, trying not to change his mind and push her on his bed instead.

They crept down the stairs, his hand on her back to guide her through the quiet house. Alice found the size of the whole Cameron estate quite scary at daytime, but at night it was even worse, which didn't get any better when Rafe led her through the door into the garage.

„Why the hell are we-„ She hissed in a whisper until he grabbed his helmet from his bike and held it out to her.

„No, no" She shook her head. „no fucking chance."

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. „I know how to drive"

„I don't care what you know, I'm not getting on this thing with you"

„Nothing's going to happen to you" He pushed her hair out of her face, carefully placing the helmet on her head. „just one ride, baby"

She watched as he got on the bike and held out his hand to her.

Inwardly she cursed out him and that fucking motorcycle.

She grabbed his hand and swung her leg over the seat behind him, sitting down and watching him grab her legs to pull her closer to him, her body meeting his back.

„Put your arms around me" He demanded and looked back at her.

„Where do I-„ She put her hands on his shoulders, pulled them back because it didn't feel safe at all, until he took her arms and wrapped them around his middle.

„And don't let go, okay?"

Nodding, she rested her head close to his neck. The scent of expensive cologne and pungent cigarette smoke wafting up to her nose, making her feel strangely safe.

Rafe revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway. Slow enough to make Alice think it wouldn't be that bad, but that changed as soon as he drove out onto the open road. As soon as the two wheels hit the hard asphalt, he sped up and let Tannyhill disappear behind them.

Whoever gave him the license for this damn thing was blind on both eyes.

They drove through the dead of night, shining stars above following them and their bodies pressed close together. Alice kept her arms tightly wrapped around him and gripped the fabric of his hoodie.

„You alive back there?" He chuckled as they drove along a straight road, no curves and no sudden intersections.

„Shut up and concentrate on the road"

„Why so scared?" He moved his left hand to join hers on his stomach, deepening his fingers between hers.

„Put your fucking hand back where it was"

„Want me to drive with no hands?"

„Rafe" She warned, holding him tightly. „you'll be single as soon as I'm off this thing"

He sped up, making her squeal and squeeze her eyes shut as he took a left turn, down the road that headed towards the beach part of Figure Eigth.

When she opened her eyes again and saw the sea in the distance, she slowly realized what he had in mind.

She finally pulled the helmet off her head, shook out her hair and looked into the distance when he parked his bike on one of the beach parking lots.

The light of the moon glittered on the surface of the water, letting her breathe in the cool and yet salty scent of the air.

„Still mad at me?" He laughed lightly, leaning against his motorcycle and adjusting his cap.

„Maybe." She suppressed a smile, but he knew full well that the idea of ​​coming here was possibly one of his best yet.

The two headed for the wooden walkway that led to the beach. Their hands intertwined halfway, remaining locked as they hit the first sand and the sound of the waves surrounded them.

And she didn't know why, but the fact that he brought her away from the tense atmosphere of Tannyhill and drove her here made her realize that she really meant what she had said earlier.

What she had confessed in the living room.