𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 ― rafe cameron

σαράνταοκτώ ; 48

song of the chapter:
WALK AWAY AS THE DOOR SLAMS ; lil peep , lil tracy

It had been a few hours, and the pair sat comfortably on the balcony, wrapped in each other's arms, laughing and chatting as the night wore on. The once vibrant sunset had faded into a quiet, star-filled sky. Margarita leaned her head against Rafe's shoulder, feeling the weight of everything slowly lifting off her chest.

"Remember when you told me I should get that tattoo?" she asked, a playful smile spreading across her lips. "I wasn't sure you were serious."

Rafe chuckled, looking down at her, tracing a finger lightly over her ribcage where the fresh ink lay. "I was definitely serious. Didn't think you'd actually go through with it, though."

"Well, I did." She smirked, nudging him lightly. "Guess I take advice from random guys now."

He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Random guy? That's what I am to you?"

Margarita looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe. You could still just be another random guy to me."

Rafe shook his head, his gaze softening. "I think I'm more than that."

She didn't respond right away, instead reaching for the half-empty bottle of wine they'd been sharing and taking a sip before passing it to him. "You think so?"

He took a long drink, then set the bottle down beside them. "Yeah," he said, his tone more serious now. "I do."

Margarita sighed, leaning back against him as she stared up at the stars. There was a comfortable silence between them, the kind that only comes after hours of talking and realizing there's no rush to fill the space with words.

"You ever wonder if any of this is real?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like, if we're just playing some game or if it actually means something?"

Rafe thought about it for a moment, his arm tightening around her waist as he kissed the top of her head. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I know I don't want to stop whatever this is."

She turned her head slightly to look at him, their faces close again. "Neither do I," she whispered, her hand finding its way to his.

Rafe was leaning back in the chair when Margarita shifted, rolling her eyes. She moved to sit in front of him, his legs dangling off the edge of her chair. Her body rested on top of them now, sat up straight, and she absentmindedly played with his hair. After a moment, she let out a deep sigh and said, "So, when you gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?"

Rafe's eyebrows shot up, caught completely off guard by her sudden question. He leaned back a little more, staring at her with a small grin. "Oh, so now you're calling the shots, huh?"

Margarita rolled her eyes again, tugging playfully at a strand of his hair, sighing deeper this time. "I'm just saying... it's been a minute, don't you think?"

He smirked, his hands moving to rest on her hips. "Maybe I was waiting for the right moment," he replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Riiight," she teased, biting her lip and gazing down at him. "And what would that perfect moment even look like? You already practically live here, Rafe."

Rafe laughed, his head tilting slightly, his fingers tracing light circles along her waist. "You're not wrong," he admitted with a playful smile. "Guess I just figured you'd know by now."

She raised an eyebrow, her expression becoming more serious. "I mean, I kind of do, but..." she trailed off, her voice softer now, "I don't want to assume things. I want to hear you say it."

Realizing she wasn't just teasing anymore, Rafe's smile faded as his hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "Margarita," he began, his tone quieter now, "you know how I feel about you. I don't want anyone else. I haven't wanted anyone else for a while."

She looked into his eyes, her fingers still tangled in his hair, waiting for him to continue.

"So... will you be my girlfriend?" he finally asked, his voice carrying sincerity that cut through the playful tone they'd shared all evening.

Margarita let out a soft laugh, relief mixing with happiness. "Took you long enough."

Rafe grinned, leaning up to kiss her softly. "Was that a yes?" he murmured against her lips.

"Yes, you idiot," she whispered back, pulling him closer by his hair and kissing him again, deeper this time, her hands sliding through his hair as they sealed the moment they had both been waiting for.

--- end of chapter
         (finally)