//Rafe Cameron\\
"You don't make deals with the devil, not unless you want to dance with him and maybe I did"
Lily Grant has spent her whole life slumming it with the pogues, being that she is one.
They're her day ones, her best friends. Life coul...
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My eyes flutter open and I become suddenly aware of the warmth swallowing me. Rafes arm wrapped tightly around my body, mine draped over his abs with my cheek pressed against his chest.
Feeling it rise and fall as he breathes, the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. That warm fuzzy feeling filling my chest making me feel like I've been put under a spell.
I don't know what time it is, early. The sun is blaring in through my broken blinds, flooding into the room, creating a rainbow glow on the wall as it bounces off my mirror.
"No" I grumble when the bed shifts and he moves. Moving my arm and hugging it around his neck before burying my face in his chest. "Don't get up" I tell him hearing him sigh. "I have to go" he tells me, reaching up and running his fingers through my hair making a shiver run up my spine. "No"
"Why?" He asks, his fingers raking through my hair before slipping under my shirt, drawing soft lines down my back. "You're warm and you smell good" I mumble, wondering what in me has decided to be so sweet and lovey with him when we're supposed to be literal enemies. I'm supposed to hate him, he hates me. But I don't really care, the feeling glowing through my entire body has taken over, if he was a drug I'd snort him. His chest vibrates as he laughs softly at the stupid things I just said, as I shift and scoot up until my cheek is pressed against the pillow, facing him, our faces only inches apart.
"I thought you hated me" he says as he lifts his hand and pushes the hair out of my face, his fingertips brushing against my cheek. "I do" I lie only making him smirk as I stare into his blue eyes, filled with the sunlight blaring in the window making them look like crystally blue pools of water. My eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips, the nagging need to kiss him, shoving it's way into my thoughts and I mentally kick myself for even letting it live in my head. I should have shot it down and murdered it the second it came knocking.
Sure we kiss all the time when we're having sex or about to and he didn't like it when I tried to kiss him after but I want to. I want to kiss him after, I want to kiss him now. I want to kiss him whenever the fuck I want whether we're having sex then or not. And I hate that. It's different when your fucking someone and making out, then when you just kiss someone because you want to. I don't know what I'm thinking. There is no affection between us. It's all lust wrapped around this deal for my debt.
"I smell good?" He questions furrowing his brows and I nod, watching a faint grin tug at his lips making butterflies zoom around my stomach. I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrist, his hand still resting on my cheek. "You'll just leave and go back to being mean to me" I tell him, watching as he narrows his eyes on me but his smirk stays. "I was nice to you this week" he says and I roll my eyes. My heart rate spiking when he leans in and his nose brushes mine. Kiss me, kiss me "I have to go" he whispers before pulling away and sitting up leaving me irritated. He is so infuriating. But I guess if he wanted to, he would and he doesn't. He's Rafe stupid Cameron if he wanted something he'd make sure he had it. I'm just not one of those things..
