Rafe Cameron Imagines

Home Alone🤍

The house was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the heater and the rustling of the blankets as you adjusted yourself against Rafe's chest. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, making everything feel even cozier. Your parents were out of town for the weekend, which meant the two of you had the place entirely to yourselves—a rare treat.

"You know," Rafe said, his voice low and teasing as he ran his fingers lazily through your hair, "I don't think I've ever seen you this relaxed before."

You tilted your head to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "Well, that's because you're usually the one causing chaos."

He smirked, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "I like to keep things interesting."

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you reached up to trace the line of his jaw with your finger. "Yeah, but I think I like you like this—calm, quiet, not running around like a madman."

Rafe feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Calm and quiet? Are you saying I'm boring right now?"

"Not boring," you corrected, poking his chest playfully. "Just... nice. For once."

He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer. "Well, don't get too used to it. I might just surprise you later."

You rolled your eyes, settling back against him with a content sigh. "I'll take my chances."

For a while, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence. His hand moved in soothing patterns along your back, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

"This feels... weird," Rafe said suddenly, breaking the quiet.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. "Weird how?"

"Not bad weird," he clarified quickly, his hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together. "Just... different. I don't know. Being here with you, like this. It feels good, but also kinda scary."

Your heart softened at his honesty. Rafe wasn't always great at putting his feelings into words, so moments like this felt rare and precious.

"Scary?" you echoed gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "Like, I don't wanna screw this up. Us. You mean a lot to me, and I'm not used to... caring this much about someone."

The vulnerability in his eyes made your chest ache in the best way. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You're not screwing anything up, Rafe. I promise."

He smiled against your lips, his grip on your hand tightening just a little. "Good. Because I don't think I could handle losing you."

"You won't," you said firmly, resting your forehead against his. "You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"Oh, I like it," he said with a grin, flipping you onto your back and pinning you beneath him. "Maybe a little too much."

You laughed, swatting at his shoulder. "Rafe, get off me! You're crushing me!"

He laughed too, but instead of moving, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your skin until you were squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay!" you gasped, trying to push him away. "You win!"

"Damn right, I win," he said, finally relenting and rolling back onto his side, pulling you with him so you were tangled together once more.

You caught your breath, your laughter fading into a happy sigh as you rested your head against his chest again. His hand found yours once more, and he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"I love you, you know," he said, his voice low but steady.

You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. "I love you too, Rafe."

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other, with nothing but the sound of your breathing and the warmth of his arms to keep the world at bay.