LITTLE SECRET | RAFE CAMERON

49: 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

„So, what do you think?" Alice came back into the room after changing in her bathroom and tugged at the linen material of the high-waisted white skirt that barely covered half of her thighs.

Along with the white skirt, Rafe had picked out a red sleeveless tube top for her. And Alice actually wondered if this outfit had something to do with the unbearable Outer Banks sun or more to do with Rafe's own interests.

With a grin, he leaned back on his hands, sitting on the edge of her bed and taking in the sight of her. „I like it"

Of course he did.

„Yeah, but I..." She turned to look at herself in the large closet mirror. „...I don't know, maybe it's a bit too short"

„No it's not, why did you buy it if you don't want to wear it now?"

„I bought this more than a year ago, Rafe"

„And you still look good in it, baby" He leaned forward and held out his hand to her, which she took and let herself be pulled towards him. She stood between his legs, his gaze directed up at her while his hands crept around the skin of her thighs. „and as long as you are with me nothing will happen to you"

„I know." Alice leaned down to him - just a little, since he was tall even when sitting - and stole a small kiss from him.

And after the quick peck on the lips, another one followed.

And then a third one, his fingers pressing into the skin of her thighs, making her sigh into the kiss and close her hands around his neck. Their lips remained pressed together and showed no sign of parting as their tongues met and Rafe slowly sank back onto her bed.

Her short skirt gave his hands the space to move further up her thighs, slip under the loose material and just as she was about to follow him onto the bed, there was a loud knock on the door.

Alice flinched back and turned to the door, pushing Rafe's hands away. „yeah?"

„Hey, can we-„

Ian remained frozen in the doorway, still holding the doorknob in his hand, when he noticed Rafe, who had sat up again on the edge of the bed.

His lips marked with Alice's reddish lipstick.

„What the fuck is he doing here?"

„Uhm, he's..." She adjusted the fabric of her skirt and straightened her hair, motioning for Rafe to clean his lips. „...picking me up"

Ian frowned unpleased. „for what?"

Alice looked over at Rafe, who was wiping the red color from his bottom lip with his thumb. She actually had no idea why he came to pick her up, since he was acting all mysterious on the phone earlier.

„What?" Rafe's eyes darted between the two when he noticed that they were both staring at him.

R A F E

He pushed Ian out into the hallway with a sigh and closed Alice's bedroom door behind him. They quickly walked down the floor to his room, which Rafe hadn't been in for a long fucking time.

„You can at least tell me when you're with my sister, I don't feel like coming in again and almost catching you making out" Ian slumped down in the black chair at his desk.

Rafe rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall next to the door. „I've walked in on you often enough at parties when you were fucking someone, making out is nothing compared to that"