Rafe Cameron Imagines

Shelter from the Storm🤍

The day had started out sunny, and you and Rafe had decided to go for a hike up to a lookout point he'd been raving about. But by the time you reached the trail's peak, the sky had darkened, and rain started to fall in a sudden, heavy downpour. You barely had time to laugh at your luck before Rafe grabbed your hand, pulling you toward a small wooden shelter near the trail.

You both dashed under the roof, breathless and soaked, rain dripping from your clothes. The shelter was little more than a wooden overhang with a bench, but it shielded you from the downpour, the rain beating down just inches from where you were huddled together. Rafe looked over at you, brushing his wet hair back with a grin.

"Guess we're not as prepared as we thought," he chuckled, his eyes shining with amusement.

You laughed, shivering a little as you squeezed the water out of your sleeves. "Next time, I'm checking the forecast before I trust your 'clear skies' prediction."

He rolled his eyes, still smiling as he took off his jacket and handed it to you. "Here. You're shivering."

You hesitated, but his expression left no room for arguing. "Fine, but only if you promise not to catch a cold yourself," you muttered, slipping on the jacket and instantly feeling warmer, surrounded by the familiar scent of him.

You both sat down on the bench, side by side, watching the rain pour down just inches away. The world outside was muted, the steady rhythm of the rain creating a peaceful cocoon around you. You were lost in the sound, so much so that you almost missed the way Rafe was looking at you—softly, with a sort of quiet intensity that made your heart flutter.

"What?" you asked, tilting your head, feeling the warmth of his gaze.

He hesitated, his smile fading as he looked away for a second, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I don't know. Being here with you like this feels... different."

"Different how?" you asked, your voice softer now, sensing there was more he wanted to say.

He exhaled, glancing back at you, his eyes searching yours. "I guess I'm not used to caring about someone this much. It's kind of scary."

The honesty in his words took you by surprise. You knew Rafe as someone who hid behind confidence and sarcasm, always deflecting from anything too deep. But here, with just the two of you in the quiet shelter, it was like he was letting that guard down, letting you see a part of him that he rarely showed anyone.

"You know, you don't have to be scared," you murmured, reaching over to take his hand. "I'm not going anywhere."

He looked down at your hands, his fingers tightening around yours. "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You just... you make me want to be better."

Your heart swelled at his words, a soft smile spreading across your face. "You already are, Rafe. You don't have to prove anything to me."

He looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Slowly, he lifted his free hand to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin, and your breath caught as he leaned closer.

The rain seemed to fade into the background as his lips met yours, soft and gentle, as if he were afraid to break the moment. His hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, and you felt your heart race, your hands reaching up to hold onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you both stayed there for a moment, catching your breath. His hand slipped down to your waist, holding you close as he looked at you with that same intensity, his eyes filled with something deeper than words.

"I don't know how I got so lucky," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain. "But I'm not letting you go."

You smiled, your hand moving to brush a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go, either."

He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at you, a warmth in his gaze that made you feel like you were the center of his universe. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

"Yeah," you whispered, leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "We really do."

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other as the rain continued to fall. Eventually, you leaned your head on his shoulder, watching the world outside fade into a soft blur, content to stay in the shelter of his arms for as long as the rain would let you.

And as the storm passed, you knew that, no matter what came your way, you'd always have this moment—a quiet, perfect memory of being with the one person who made everything feel right.