Rafe Cameron Imagines

Lazy Morning Love🤍

The sunlight streamed through the blinds in soft, golden streaks, bathing the room in a warm glow. You blinked sleepily, burying your face deeper into the pillow as the muffled sound of birds chirping outside nudged you closer to being awake.

A low groan rumbled from beside you, and you felt Rafe shift under the covers. He slung an arm lazily around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed against his chest.

"Why is the sun so loud?" he mumbled into your hair, his voice gravelly with sleep.

You giggled, twisting slightly to face him. "The sun's not loud, Rafe. That's the birds."

"Same thing," he grumbled, cracking one eye open to look at you. His lips curled into a soft smile as he took in your sleepy face. "Mornin', pretty girl."

"Morning," you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw.

He groaned dramatically, tightening his hold on you. "Nope. Not ready to get up yet. Let's just stay here forever."

You laughed, tracing lazy circles on his chest with your fingers. "Forever, huh? What about food? I don't think we can survive on just vibes."

Rafe smirked, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I could live off you, honestly. You're like my personal sunshine."

"Wow," you teased, pretending to be impressed. "That was smooth, Cameron."

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I try."

The two of you stayed tangled up in each other, exchanging soft kisses and quiet laughs. It was one of those rare mornings where neither of you had anywhere to be, no obligations pulling you out of the comfort of your shared bubble.

"Okay, but seriously," you said after a while, propping yourself up on one elbow. "What's the plan for today?"

Rafe groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Why do we need a plan? Let's just stay here all day, watch movies, eat junk food, and nap."

"Tempting," you admitted, tapping your chin in thought. "But what if we go out? Get some breakfast, maybe hit the beach?"

He peeked at you through his fingers, a playful pout on his lips. "Or we could stay here and avoid the world."

You rolled your eyes, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Fine. But only because you're cute."

"Damn right I am," he said with a cocky grin, pulling you back down into his arms.

The rest of the morning was spent exactly as Rafe had suggested—wrapped up in blankets, watching random shows on TV, and stealing kisses every chance you got. And as far as lazy mornings went, it was pretty much perfect.

As the afternoon crept closer, the two of you hadn't moved much. Rafe had his head propped up on his arm while he scrolled lazily through his phone. You were curled into his side, your head resting against his chest while you half-watched a rerun of some random sitcom.

You glanced up at him, your heart squeezing a little at the sight of his messy hair and sleepy expression. There was something so soft and unguarded about him in moments like this, and it made you fall for him even more.

"What're you looking at?" he asked without glancing down, though you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You," you said simply, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw.

He chuckled, setting his phone down and turning his attention to you. "What did I do to deserve all this attention?"

"Existing," you teased, poking his chest.

"Mm, that's fair," he said, his lips curling into a smirk. "I am pretty great."

You rolled your eyes, laughing as he grabbed your hand to stop you from poking him again. "Don't let it go to your head, Cameron."

He grinned, pulling you closer until his lips were inches from yours. "Too late."

Before you could come up with a sassy response, he kissed you softly, his hand resting on the back of your neck to keep you close.

When he pulled away, his eyes were softer, his grin less teasing. "You know I love you, right?"

Your breath caught, and you felt your cheeks flush. Even though he told you often, it still made your heart race every time. "I know," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you too."

He pressed his forehead against yours, the world outside fading away as you both stayed in that moment, wrapped up in each other.

Eventually, your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet. Rafe burst out laughing, and you groaned, burying your face in his chest.

"Alright, that's it," he said, sitting up and pulling you with him. "We need food. Your stomach's about to stage a rebellion."

You laughed, hitting him lightly on the arm. "It's your fault! You were the one who didn't want to get up."

"And now I regret it," he said dramatically, climbing out of bed and pulling you up with him. "Come on, let's raid the kitchen. I'll make you something amazing."

"Rafe, the last time you cooked, you nearly set the toaster on fire," you teased, following him downstairs.

He looked back at you, his grin playful. "That was a one-time thing. Trust me, I've improved."

You watched in amusement as he started rummaging through the fridge, pulling out random ingredients with no apparent plan.

"This is going to be a disaster," you muttered, leaning against the counter with a fond smile.

Rafe glanced over at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe. But it'll be our disaster."

And as you watched him attempt to cook, laughing at his over-the-top commentary and dramatic gestures, you couldn't help but think that mornings like this—messy, lazy, and full of love—were the ones you'd always treasure.