A flicker of hope in the darkness - Rafe Cameron

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I haven't talked to anyone in for a week, including Barry. I have relapsed and it wasn't good. 

The first few days after the party were a blur of shame and more drugs. I stayed holed up in my room, the curtains drawn tight to block out the sun and the world outside. Barry knocked a few times, but I ignored him.

My phone buzzed again, and I saw another message from Sarah: I miss you, are you okay?

I stared at the message, my fingers hovering over the screen. I wanted to tell her everything, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I typed: Yeah, just been sick. I'll catch up with you guys soon.

There was a knock on my door. "Leave me alone, Barry," I mumbled. But the knocking persisted, growing more insistent. Annoyed, I stumbled to the door, yanking it open. To my surprise, it wasn't Barry standing there. It was Rafe.

"Hey," he said, his eyes scanning my face. "Can I come in?" I hesitated, my mind racing. "Why are you here?"

"I was worried about you," he said simply. "Can we talk?" I stepped aside, letting him enter. He looked around the dimly lit room, his gaze settling on the mess of empty bottles and drug paraphernalia scattered around. "You really went off the deep end, huh?"

I didn't answer, just slumped down onto my bed, Rafe sat beside me. "I'm sorry for kissing you at the party. I was drunk and high, and I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." Rafe looked at me, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I'm not sorry," he said, leaning in closer. "I liked it."

Before I could react, he kissed me again, his lips pressing against mine with a force that made my head spin. For a moment, I kissed him back, the familiar rush of desire flooding my senses. But then reality crashed back in, and I pulled away, gasping for breath. "I can't do this," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm with Kelce."

Rafe's eyes darkened with something like anger. Before I knew it, I was kissing him again. This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing. The need in me was overwhelming, drowning out any thoughts.

Rafe's hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I hadn't felt in a long time. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head as he did the same with mine. Our bare skin pressed together, the heat between us growing unbearable. Rafe's hands moved to my shorts, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. I kicked them off.

Rafe's mouth was everywhere, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I arched against him, my body responding to his every touch. His fingers found the waistband of my panties, slipping them down and off, leaving me completely exposed. 

For a moment, he just looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. Then he was on me again, his mouth finding mine in a bruising kiss. I reached for his shorts and took them off with ease, same with his boxers.

Rafe grabbed a condom out of his wallet as I laid down on the bed. When he entered me, it was like a dam breaking. I gasped, the sensation almost too much to bear. We moved together. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, building higher and higher until I thought I might explode.

Finally, with a cry, I did. The orgasm crashed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. Rafe followed soon after. He collapsed beside me, both of us panting and spent.

Damn, I thought Kelce was good in bed but Rafe he was something else.

"This needs to stay between us," I said "Kelce can't know about this, ever." Rafe just nodded as he got dressed and left with a wink.

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A/n: let's get this started, shall we?!

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