𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 - Rafe Cameron

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Rafe and Jazmine lay in bed all morning, tangled in each other's warmth, the world outside feeling miles away. Jazmine's head rested on Rafe's chest, her breathing slow and steady, as he lazily ran his fingers through her hair.

"Rafe, you're going to tangle it all up. Stop" she murmured, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at him.

"Sorry, sorry," he grinned, the affection in his eyes clear. "I just really love your hair."

Outside their door, Bella's paws scratched softly at the wood, impatient and persistent.

"She's getting impatient" Jazmine noted with a small laugh.

Rafe sighed, pulling her closer as he tightened his hold around her. "As much as I love her, I'd rather stay right here with you."

Jazmine lifted her head slightly, tracing his jawline with her fingertips. Her eyes met his, soft and warm, the quiet intimacy between them filling the room.

"There's a bike race on the beach tomorrow, you know," she said, her voice teasing.

"Yeah, Top mentioned it," Rafe replied, his gaze growing tender as he watched her, mesmerized by the way the light from the window played in her hair. 

"You should join in," Jazmine encouraged, her voice light yet persuasive. "It'd be good for you—to let loose, have some fun."

Her hand cupped his face, and Rafe closed his eyes for a moment, taking in her scent, the warmth of her touch.

"Would you be there, cheering me on?" he asked softly, half playful, half hopeful.

Jazmine smiled and raised an eyebrow, her voice teasing. "That depends. I only cheer for the winners."

Rafe's grin spread, and before she could respond, he pulled her in for a slow, lingering kiss. Jazmine laughed softly as she pulled away, planting playful kisses on his face as they both giggled.

Rafe cherished mornings like this. He and Jazmine now shared the same room, a space that had truly come to feel like theirs. Jazmine had infused it with her personal style, effortlessly blending their tastes. The room was a perfect reflection of both of them.

She had chosen the bed, curtains, dresser, and even the fresh coat of paint on the walls. The rug, armchair, and outdoor terrace furniture all carried her signature touch. While Rafe had covered the costs, it was Jazmine's vision that brought the room to life.

A flawless collaboration, as Jazmine would say.

She slid out of bed, leaving the sheet that had covered them behind. Only in her underwear, she reached for a soft dress hanging by the door and slipped it over her shoulders. As she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the mess, Rafe stayed in bed, his gaze never leaving her. 

Her hair was tangled, not just from the night they had spent together, but also from Rafe's constant habit of touching it and twirling it around his fingers.

His eyes followed her every movement, love and admiration written across his face as he took in the way the light caught her skin, how effortlessly beautiful she was.

She turned back toward him, a small grin on her lips. "I'll go get us something to eat."

"The fridge is full, Jaz," Rafe said, raising an eyebrow, still watching her.