Rafe Cameron Imagines

Addicted to You🤍

Author's Note:
The song is up above for people who want to listen to it while reading this short story hope you enjoy, I think I'm gonna start doing that with these stories and imagines I write on here so you guys could listen to the songs if you want!! Also please please check out my new Sarah Cameron story "Like a Sailor" it would mean a lot to me and it's probably my most favourite story I've written on here at the moment!! Love you all <3

The way Rafe looked at you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. His sharp blue eyes held a kind of intensity that made your pulse race, and his signature smirk felt like it was crafted just for you. You weren't sure how it had happened—how you'd become so completely consumed by him—but you didn't want it to stop. You were drawn to him in a way that felt magnetic, like you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

The two of you were curled up on his couch, the faint glow of a lamp casting a golden hue across the room. One of your favorite songs played softly in the background, the lyrics filling the air as Rafe absentmindedly trailed his fingers over your thigh. You sat sideways, your legs stretched across his lap, your head resting against the back of the couch. His touch was soothing, but his presence was electrifying.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Rafe's deep voice broke the silence, laced with teasing curiosity.

You blinked, realizing you'd been staring without even realizing it. "Because I can," you replied, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

"Hmm." He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing in mock suspicion. "What's going on in that head of yours, huh?"

Your smirk softened into a smile as you leaned closer, your hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Just thinking about how lucky I am," you murmured, the words spilling out without hesitation.

Rafe stilled for a moment, his expression flickering from playful to serious. "Lucky?" he repeated, almost disbelieving. "You've got it backwards, love."

His words struck something deep inside you, the sincerity in his voice washing over you like a warm tide. "I don't think so," you whispered, your fingers lingering on his cheek. "I've never had anyone look at me the way you do, Rafe. You make me feel like... like I'm the only one in the world who matters."

Rafe's hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "That's because you are," he said, his voice low and steady. "I don't think you get it—you've got me completely. Wrapped around your finger. You could ask me for the moon, and I'd try to figure out a way to give it to you."

You let out a soft laugh, your heart fluttering at his words. "You're ridiculous," you teased, though your voice wavered with emotion.

"Maybe," he admitted with a crooked grin, "but it's true. I'd do anything for you, and I don't even care how insane that makes me sound."

You felt your throat tighten, overwhelmed by the sheer depth of his affection. "Good," you whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. It started soft, a gentle meeting of lips that spoke of tenderness and trust. But it quickly deepened, growing more urgent as your hands slid up to tangle in his hair.

When you finally broke apart, your breaths mingling in the small space between you, you rested your forehead against his. "I'm addicted to you, Rafe," you confessed, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "Completely. There's no one else who could ever make me feel the way you do."

Rafe's hands tightened around you, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulled you closer. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "You're my everything. My world."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, the silence saying everything that words couldn't. You could see it in his eyes—in the way they softened as they looked at you—that he meant every word.

The moment stretched on, warm and intimate, until Rafe broke it with a soft chuckle. "You've ruined me, you know that?"

You raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your expression. "Oh? How's that?"

"You've turned me into a complete mess," he admitted, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "I'm so far gone for you, I don't think I could function without you."

Your chest swelled with emotion as you leaned in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring every second. When you pulled back, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Good thing you'll never have to," you murmured, your words muffled against his skin.

His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "Good thing," he echoed, his voice soft but resolute.

As the night stretched on, you stayed like that, tangled up in each other, completely consumed by the love you shared. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't easy, but it was yours. And that was all that mattered.