Rafe Cameron Imagines

In His Arms🤍

The summer night was warm, the kind of heat that clung to your skin even after the sun had set. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filtered in through the open window of Rafe's bedroom at Tannyhill, but you were too focused on him to really hear it.

Rafe was stretched out on the bed, propped up on his elbows, watching you with those intense blue eyes of his. His normally cocky grin was replaced with a thoughtful expression, something a little deeper that you didn't often get to see.

"You're staring again," you teased, rolling over to face him.

He smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly. "What? Can't I admire my beautiful girlfriend?"

Your cheeks flushed at the compliment, and you rolled your eyes playfully. "You're such a dork."

His hand reached out to pull you closer, his fingers brushing through your hair. "I mean it, though," he said quietly, his voice softening. "I don't know how I got so lucky to have you."

You shifted, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. "I don't think you're the lucky one, Rafe. I'm the one who gets to have you."

There was a long pause, the kind that felt comfortable, like you didn't need words to fill the space. You could feel Rafe's hand moving slowly up and down your back, his touch grounding you in the moment.

But then, as always, Rafe broke the silence with something a little heavier than the usual banter. "You know...sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you," he murmured, his voice low.

You lifted your head, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could see his face. "What do you mean?"

His gaze was distant for a moment, and you could tell he was wrestling with something in his mind. "I don't know. I'm not like other guys you've dated. I have a lot of... baggage. A lot of things people don't really want to deal with. And I'm always worried I'll screw things up."

You frowned, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "You don't have to worry about that with me. I'm not going anywhere, Rafe. I'm here, with you, because I want to be."

Rafe's eyes softened at your words, his hand reaching for yours. "But what if it gets hard? What if I mess up again? What if—"

"You're overthinking this," you interrupted, gently placing a finger over his lips. "No matter what happens, I'm not going to leave. I'm with you for the long haul. And I'll deal with whatever comes next, as long as you're beside me."

He let out a quiet breath, his shoulders relaxing as he pulled you closer. "You make everything feel... easier," he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. "I don't know how you do it."

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "It's easy when you're with someone who gets you. All the parts of you, Rafe—the good and the bad."

He chuckled softly, the tension melting away from his frame. "I think you might be the only person who really gets me."

"Good," you said with a teasing grin. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

Rafe's arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. "I don't deserve you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"You don't have to deserve me, Rafe," you replied softly. "You just have to be you."

He pressed his lips to your forehead, a quiet promise in the kiss. "And I'll always be me, as long as you're by my side."

The night stretched on in comfortable silence, the sound of your heartbeats and the waves mingling together as you stayed wrapped in each other's arms. No more words were needed. You both knew, in that moment, that nothing else mattered but this—being here, together.