Rafe Cameron Imagines

The Late-Night Bet🤍

It was one of those nights when everything felt a little more alive than usual. You and Rafe had just gotten back from a night out with friends, and the chateau was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. You kicked off your shoes and stretched, tired but not quite ready to go to bed.

Rafe, on the other hand, looked energized, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark. You knew better than to expect a calm evening when he was in one of his moods.

"Bet you can't beat me at a game of pool," Rafe challenged, leaning against the doorway of the living room with a cocky grin.

You raised an eyebrow, immediately intrigued. "You wanna bet, huh?"

Rafe nodded, a smug smirk on his lips. "I'm unbeatable at pool. You should just forfeit now."

You snorted. "Please, I'll have you begging for mercy by the end of the night."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, let's see what you've got."

You both made your way to the pool table in the next room. Rafe grabbed the cue stick and twirled it in his hands, as if he were some kind of professional. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and watching him with a grin.

"Alright, what's the bet?" you asked, knowing he wouldn't start a game without something on the line.

Rafe paused, pretending to think deeply. "How about the loser has to do the winner's chores for the next week?"

You raised an eyebrow. "That's a little too easy. I need something more exciting."

His grin widened, and he looked at you with an expression that said he'd just thought of something brilliant. "How about this? The loser has to spend the night outside. No blanket, no nothing. Just you, the stars, and the cool breeze."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting the stakes to be raised that high. "Are you serious? You'd make me sleep outside?"

He shrugged, his smile growing wider. "You agreed to the bet."

You shook your head, laughing. "Fine, but you're gonna regret this."

The game began, and as expected, Rafe played like he was the king of pool, effortlessly sinking shot after shot. But you weren't backing down. You had your own tricks up your sleeve. Every time Rafe tried to show off, you made a perfect shot, catching him off guard.

"This is too easy," you said with a teasing smile, sinking another ball into the corner pocket.

Rafe scowled playfully. "You're not gonna win. You're too cocky."

You smirked. "That's my secret weapon."

But as the game went on, Rafe managed to get the upper hand. The tension in the room grew thicker, and you could feel the pressure building. Every shot you took seemed to miss by just a hair, while Rafe's confidence only increased.

"Looks like you're gonna be spending the night outside," Rafe teased, lining up his final shot.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. "You're not even gonna let me try for a comeback?"

He winked. "I like a good challenge, but this one's already over."

The sound of the cue ball hitting the last ball echoed in the room. Rafe's grin spread wide as the ball sunk into the pocket.

"Ha! I win. You're spending the night outside," he said triumphantly.

You groaned, but the playful look in his eyes kept you from taking him too seriously. "You are so going to regret this."

"You just wait," he said with a cocky wink, tossing the cue stick onto the table. "I'll bring you a blanket... eventually."

The two of you made your way outside, and you stood on the porch, staring up at the stars. You crossed your arms, already plotting how you were going to make Rafe's life miserable for the next week.

But as the night went on, the chill in the air started to fade as you both sat on the porch together. Rafe, still being his cocky self, stayed close by, keeping you company.

"I'm not bringing you that blanket," he teased, nudging you with his shoulder.

"You know I could always just come inside and say I won the game," you shot back.

He chuckled and looked down at you, his expression softening. "You know I'd give in, right?"

You smirked. "I know. But I'm stubborn. So I'm gonna stay out here."

Rafe sighed dramatically, leaning back and staring at the sky. "Fine, stay out here. But you're lucky I'm a gentleman."

"I know," you replied, the two of you laughing under the starry sky, the bet forgotten in the comfort of each other's company.