STRANGE LOVE | RAFE CAMERON |

CHAPTER 10: | DOES HE FUCKS YOU BETTER? |

Rafe began to stir in his sleep, feeling the warmth of another body nestled against him. As he slowly opened his eyes, the early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, illuminating the room in a gentle, golden hue. His first thought was of Allison. The realization that she was still in his arms brought a small smile to his lips—a rare expression for someone who was so often guarded, even in private.

At some point during the night, Allison had shifted in her sleep. Rafe remembered falling asleep with her head resting on his chest, her heartbeat softly resonating against him. Now, she was turned away, her back pressed against him, and his arm was wrapped protectively around her waist. Her fingers were still intertwined with his, as though even in sleep, she wanted to hold on to him. He gazed at her for a few minutes, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her cheek, marveling at how peaceful she looked, how vulnerable. It was a side of Allison he rarely saw, and it stirred something deep within him—a tenderness he had never felt for anyone else.

Allison murmured softly in her sleep, a barely audible sound that made Rafe's heart clench with a mix of affection and uncertainty. She stirred slightly, stretching as she began to wake. Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, and she turned her head to face him. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, their expressions soft in the quiet intimacy of the morning.

"Morning, princess," Rafe murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep. The nickname, once a teasing moniker, now carried a weight of affection that surprised even him.

Allison hummed in response, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice warm and drowsy.

She yawned, stretching herself out before rolling over to face him fully. Now, only inches apart, they shared a quiet moment of contentment, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Allison reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, and Rafe instinctively leaned into her touch.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, her voice still thick with the remnants of sleep but tinged with genuine curiosity.

Rafe's smile widened, his hand moving to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I did," he replied honestly, his thumb continuing its gentle caress along her cheek. "Did you?"

Allison nodded, a more pronounced smile curving her lips. "Yes. I'm starting to like this," she admitted her tone playful but with a seriousness that didn't go unnoticed.

"Sleeping with me?" Rafe asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Allison's smile softened, her eyes locking onto his. "Waking up next to you," she corrected, her voice laced with a sincerity that made Rafe's chest tighten. There was something raw and real in her words, something that cut through all the noise in his head.

She leaned in, closing the small distance between them to press a tender kiss to his lips. It was meant to be a quick kiss, a good morning gesture, but as soon as their lips met, the familiar pull between them intensified. What started as a brief connection deepened into something more. Rafe's hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss became more passionate.

Allison responded eagerly, shifting her position until she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips. The feel of her so close, the warmth of her body against his, sent a rush of desire through him, and he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her firmly.

Just as the heat between them began to build, a knock on the door shattered the moment. They both froze, their lips still barely touching, as they heard Kie's voice on the other side of the door.

"Hey, Allison, are you awake?" Kie's voice was muffled by the door, but the tension it brought into the room was palpable.

Allison's eyes widened in panic. "Shit," she whispered, quickly pulling away from Rafe. She scrambled off the bed, glancing around the room as if trying to figure out what to do. "Get into the bathroom," she hissed urgently, tossing his clothes at him in a hurried frenzy.