The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as I shifted in Rafe's arms, greeting him with a soft, "Hey."
"Hi," he replied, his morning voice carrying a certain melodic quality. "Let me guess... You're kicking me out."
"I'm not kicking you out," I scoffed, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"You are," Rafe insisted, his arms tightening around me. "I can feel it."
I chuckled at his dramatic tone. "Yeah, I am kicking you out." Attempting to get up, I found myself immobilized as Rafe wrapped his arms around me. "Rafe," I chuckled, feeling a mixture of affection and playfulness.
"I can't believe you took advantage of me and now you're kicking me out," he said in a faux-dramatic voice, placing a few kisses on my bare back.
"You're making me sound horrible," I smiled, the warmth of his kisses distracting me.
"Maybe because you are?" Rafe suggested. We shifted, turning to face each other, both of us with big smiles mirroring one another.
"I really have to go," I said softly and Rafe let out a sigh. "I promise I won't forget you."
"I'm pretty hard to forget," he boasted arrogantly, and I responded with a soft kiss on his lips.
"Your head's growing, dude," I chuckled, attempting to retrieve the blanket from him.
"Nuh-uh," Rafe shook his head, gripping the blanket tightly. "I need it too."
"Rafe, I need it," I argued, looking at him with an 'are you serious' expression.
"It's not like I haven't seen you before," he smiled.
"Can you turn around at least?" I pleaded.
"Are you serious?" Rafe burst into laughter.
"Please just turn around," I gestured with my hand.
Rafe complied, chuckling. "God, you're so weird."
Quickly grabbing some clothes, I made a run for the bathroom. "You can look now!" I shouted from behind the bathroom door.
"Trust me, I didn't miss a thing!" Rafe shouted back, his laughter echoing through the room.
"Asshole," I mumbled with a smile, savoring the lingering warmth of our shared moments as I prepared to face the day.
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Stepping into Heyward's shack, my eyes scanned the room until I found JJ casually sitting on one of the chairs. "Where's Pope?" I inquired, searching the space.
"Out with his dad to grab something," JJ shrugged nonchalantly.
"Okay, let's go," I gestured with my head, a sense of urgency in my tone.
"Go where?" JJ asked, a hint of confusion furrowing his brow.
"I gotta take care of something," I replied, a determined look on my face.
"And why do I have to come?" JJ questioned.
"JJ, get your ass up and follow me," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.
"Yes, ma'am," JJ grinned, complying as he got up and followed me to my car.
The drive to JJ's house was filled with an unspoken tension. I couldn't forget the tears I'd seen in his eyes, the bruises covering his body — all inflicted by one man: Luke Maybank, his father.
"Lia, don't," JJ pleaded as we approached his house.
"I just wanna talk to him," I feigned innocence. "Promise me you'll stay in the car."
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Rogue | outer banks
FanfictionAmelia Thornton was born into wealth, her childhood filled with all the luxuries money could buy. But when tragedy struck and her parents were involved in a devastating accident, her family fell apart at the seams. The once-close bond she shared wit...
