Rafe Cameron Imagines

Lazy Sunday🤍

The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. You stirred under the covers, feeling the weight of a heavy arm draped over you. Slowly, you blinked awake, turning to find Rafe sleeping beside you, his face relaxed and boyish. He looked so different when he was asleep—calm, peaceful, almost angelic.

You knew mornings weren't exactly his favorite, but today was different. It was Sunday, and for once, neither of you had any plans. No friends dragging you out, no family obligations. Just you, him, and an entire day to yourselves.

Carefully, you wiggled out from under his arm and tiptoed out of bed, grabbing one of his oversized hoodies on your way out of the room. It smelled like him—sandalwood and a hint of salt air—and you couldn't help but smile as you pulled it over your head.

The house was quiet, almost too quiet. You decided to start the morning off right by making coffee. Just as you finished pouring two mugs, you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Rafe standing in the doorway, his hair tousled and eyes squinting slightly against the morning light. He looked so effortlessly handsome it made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice deep and rough with sleep. He rubbed a hand over his face, a lazy grin spreading across his lips when he saw you in his hoodie. "Is that mine?"

You held up the coffee mug as a peace offering. "Good morning, sleepyhead. And yes, but I think it looks better on me."

He chuckled, crossing the kitchen in a few strides and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Can't argue with that," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. He took the coffee from you, taking a long sip and sighing contentedly.

The two of you moved to the couch, cuddling up under a blanket. Rafe pulled you close, tucking you into his side as you sipped your coffee in comfortable silence. Outside, the world was waking up, but inside, it felt like time had slowed just for the two of you.

"You know," he said after a while, "we don't get enough days like this."

"I know," you agreed, leaning your head on his shoulder. "It's nice, though."

He looked down at you, his gaze soft. "I was thinking... we should do this more often. Just you and me, no one else. Forget about everything else for a while."

"Are you getting all sentimental on me, Cameron?" you teased, nudging him playfully.

He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe. But only because it's you."

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you tried to hide your smile by taking another sip of coffee. But Rafe noticed, of course. He always did. He laughed softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

For the next few hours, you stayed curled up on the couch together, talking about everything and nothing. He told you stories from his childhood, laughing at some of the ridiculous things he and his friends used to get up to. You shared your own memories, and he listened with genuine interest, hanging on to every word.

At some point, Rafe pulled out his phone, scrolling through his playlist until he found a song he thought you'd like. He played it softly in the background, the music adding a cozy, intimate vibe to the room.

"Dance with me?" he asked suddenly, standing up and holding out his hand.

You laughed, a little surprised. "Right now? In the living room?"

He nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Right now. Come on, don't make me beg."

With a sigh, you put down your coffee and took his hand. He pulled you into his arms, swaying slowly to the music. Neither of you was particularly graceful, but it didn't matter. You were both laughing too hard to care, stumbling over each other's feet and accidentally stepping on toes.

But then, as the song slowed, Rafe's arms tightened around you, and he rested his forehead against yours. The laughter faded, replaced by something softer, something that made your heart race.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music. "I... I know I'm not always the best at this. But I love you. You know that, right?"

Your heart melted at his words. He wasn't the most open person, and you knew it took a lot for him to say something like that. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "I know, Rafe. And I love you, too."

He leaned down, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. It was soft and sweet, a promise wrapped up in a kiss.

After a while, the two of you ended up back on the couch, wrapped up in each other's arms. The sun had risen fully by now, casting a warm glow over the room, but neither of you moved. There was nowhere else you'd rather be.

Eventually, Rafe spoke up, his voice a little drowsy. "So... brunch?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Only if you're cooking."

He groaned, but there was a smile on his face as he got up, pulling you along with him into the kitchen. As you watched him fumble with the stove, laughing at his attempts to flip pancakes without burning them, you realized just how lucky you were to have him.

Lazy Sundays with Rafe were rare, but they were your favorite days of all.