Rafe Cameron Imagines

All of the Small Things🤍

The night was quiet, the air heavy with the warmth of a summer evening. You and Rafe had been dating for a while now, and though things weren't always easy, there was a bond between the two of you that was undeniable. Rafe Cameron, the wild, unpredictable boy from the Outer Banks, had a way of making everything feel so intense, so raw. When he was with you, the world seemed to pause, and when he was gone, everything felt incomplete.

Tonight, though, was different. The two of you were lying on the couch at the chateau, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room. Rafe had his arm draped lazily over your shoulders, his body close to yours, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. You could feel the tension in his posture, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically on your arm. He wasn't saying much, his eyes distant, but you knew him well enough to sense when something was off.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and in that moment, you couldn't help but feel the pull of your emotions. You loved him—no matter how complicated, no matter how many times he pushed you away. You knew Rafe had a way of shutting people out, but there was something about him that made it impossible for you to do the same.

It was the small things.

The way he smiled when he thought no one was looking. The way his hand would find yours in the dark, as if it was the only place it could truly rest. The way he'd whisper your name like a secret, something sacred between the two of you. These were the things that made you fall for him.

You glanced up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Rafe?"

"Hm?" His voice was distant, but the way he turned his head to meet your gaze told you he was still listening.

"What's on your mind?" you asked, brushing your hand across his chest in slow, soothing motions. You knew Rafe didn't always talk about his feelings, but you needed to know. You needed to be there for him, like he always was for you.

He didn't answer right away, his eyes wandering to the TV, though you could tell he wasn't really watching. After a moment, he shifted slightly, his arm tightening around you as if to draw you closer.

"I don't know," he said finally, his voice quiet. "Just... thinking. You know how I get sometimes."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. You knew all too well how he got. Rafe had a way of drowning in his thoughts, letting the pressure of everything around him overwhelm him. The world seemed to spin faster for him than it did for anyone else, and sometimes, the weight of being who he was—someone everyone had expectations of—felt like too much to bear.

You reached up, gently cupping his face with your hand. "You know you don't have to carry it all alone, right?" you whispered. "I'm here, Rafe. Always."

He smiled faintly at your words, but there was a sadness behind it, a vulnerability he rarely showed. He didn't say anything in response, but the way his eyes softened when they met yours spoke volumes. It was like he didn't want to admit it, but he was grateful. Grateful for you, for your unwavering presence, even when he couldn't always give you the same in return.

"I know," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your skin. "But sometimes... I don't know how to let anyone in. Especially you."

Your heart ached at his words, but you knew him too well. You understood that the person who seemed the hardest to reach often needed the most support. You leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered against his lips. "I'm right here."

Rafe closed his eyes for a moment, as if letting your words wash over him. When he opened them again, he looked at you with a softness you rarely saw. And then he said something that made your heart flutter, made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

"It's the small things you do," he said, his voice quiet but full of sincerity. "The little things... that remind me why I fell for you."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden admission. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled softly, his hand slipping into your hair, gently pulling you closer. "Like the way you smile when you see me after a long day. Or how you always know exactly what I need before I say it. The way you listen... even when I don't say anything. You make everything feel better just by being here."

Your chest tightened at his words, your heart swelling with a mixture of love and longing. It was always the small things with Rafe. The little details that nobody else would notice, the way his fingers would trace your skin when he thought you weren't paying attention, the way his eyes would light up when he was talking about something that made him feel alive. Those small things, the ones that only you could see, were what made you fall for him too.

"I could say the same about you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "It's the little things you do that make me love you more every day."

He smiled softly, the tension in his body easing just slightly. "Like what?"

You thought for a moment, your hand running gently over his chest as you spoke. "Like the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. The way you protect me, even when you don't have to. How you always take care of me, even when you're falling apart yourself."

Rafe looked at you for a long moment, his eyes soft, his lips parted like he was searching for something to say. But in the end, he didn't say anything. Instead, he kissed you again—gentle, but full of all the things he couldn't express with words.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, almost like a confession.

You shook your head, smiling through the bittersweet ache in your chest. "You don't have to deserve me, Rafe. You just have to be you."

The silence that followed was comfortable, peaceful in its own way. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and strong, as if it were the anchor you both needed in that moment.

And as the night stretched on, as the quiet settled over the two of you like a blanket, you realized that no matter what the world threw at you, it would always be the small things that would remind you why you were in this together. The small things—the glances, the touches, the way he'd whisper your name when he thought you weren't listening—those were the things that would carry you both through.

Because when it came down to it, those small things were everything. And as long as you had each other, they were more than enough.