Outer Banks Imagines ~ JJ and Rafe

Rafe ~ i don't love you

POV: JJ broke your heart and you go to see Rafe who has always been in love with you

TVD inspired

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"Y/N?"

Your head whipped toward the bathroom door, where Rafe stood, a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water glistening on his skin.

"Hey, Rafe."

"What are you doing here?" His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.

"I wanted to see you," you replied, your gaze lingering on his damp body. "And now I am."

Rafe's brow furrowed. "What do you want? I'm busy."

"When have you ever been too busy for me?" You took a step forward, positioning yourself between him and the desk. Leaning in, your fingers traced down his chest, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as he closed his eyes, momentarily surrendering to the sensation.

"Come on, don't play hard to get now. It's me," you teased, a slight smirk dancing on your lips.

"Are you high or something?" Rafe asked, confusion creeping into his tone.

"Don't kill the mood. I'm here, and I want this. I want you, Rafe. So either kiss me or push me away. Which will it be?"

His gaze locked onto yours as you leaned closer, inviting him with every fiber of your being.

"You don't want this," he stated, but his voice held an unmistakable tremor.

"But I do," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "Kiss me, Rafe."

In an instant, he closed the distance, kissing your hungrily, his hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you on top of the desk.

Rafe leaned down, kissing your neck, his lips trailing gently along your skin as you tilted your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

He returned to your mouth, deepening the kiss as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He ripped open the hem of your tank top, kissing the tops of your chest.

"Wait... wait," he said suddenly, pulling back, making your eyes shoot open.

"Brief pause," he continued, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You scoffed, shoving him away. "You're joking, right? This is what you've always wanted, and now you want to stop?"

"I want to, Y/N, I really do, but I need to ask you something first. Answer it correctly, and it's back to this," he said, gesturing towards you, his expression serious. "I just need the truth, Y/N. Just once. I—"

You sighed, frustration bubbling within you. "Rafe... stop."

You pushed off the table and stepped closer to him, feeling the weight of what you had to say. "I know what your question is, and its answer."

He looked at you expectantly, and it broke your heart a little to say your answer. You reached your hand up to his jaw, and his hands curled around your wrist, as if trying to anchor you.

"I care about you, Rafe. I do."

His smile was fleeting, his eyes glistening with unspoken hope.

But you shook your head. "But... I don't love you."

The light in his eyes dimmed as he gently removed your hand from his face. "Rafe..."

He sighed, turning away. "Then what was this all for? Why did you come here?"

You hesitated, biting your lip, searching for the right words. "I don't know."

He turned back, closing the distance between them. "You do know. You're just afraid. Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you like he did, I promise."

You shake your head because you don't believe him, "I shouldn't have come."

"You know why you came, Y/N, and you're lying to me and to yourself."