Rafe Cameron Imagines

Happy V-Day, My Love🤍

The first thing you felt was warmth. The kind that wrapped around you, pulled you closer, made you want to sink back into the sheets and never leave.

Rafe's arms were around you, strong and sure, his chest pressed against your back, steady breaths fanning against your neck. He always held you like this—like you were the most precious thing in the world, like even in sleep, he couldn't bear to let you go.

You smiled to yourself, still hazy with sleep, and turned in his arms. His face was relaxed, mouth slightly parted, hair falling across his forehead in a way that made him look impossibly soft. You reached up, brushing a stray strand away, and the movement made his eyes flutter open.

At first, he just blinked at you, sleep still weighing on him. Then he smirked, his voice low and scratchy. "Staring at me again?"

You rolled your eyes. "You wish."

He hummed, pulling you impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I do wish. I like when you look at me like that."

Your heart melted. "Like what?"

Rafe's blue eyes softened. "Like I'm worth looking at."

You exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're perfect," he murmured, trailing his fingers along your spine. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

You smiled, tracing small circles on his bare shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

Rafe grinned, then suddenly flipped you onto your back, hovering over you with that playful spark in his eyes. "Alright, stay here. Don't move."

You laughed. "Where are you going?"

"Just stay." He kissed you quickly before slipping out of bed, disappearing into the other room.

A few minutes later, he returned, holding a tray in his hands.

You sat up, eyebrows raising as you took in the spread—pancakes, eggs, strawberries, even a small vase with a single rose.

"You made this?" you asked, both surprised and impressed.

Rafe scoffed. "I attempted it. The pancakes may or may not be slightly overcooked, but it's the effort that counts, right?"

You smiled, reaching for his hand and pulling him back into bed. "It's perfect."

He watched as you took a bite, eyes full of something impossibly tender. "You like it?"

"I love it."

Rafe's smirk returned. "You have to say that."

You swallowed, setting your fork down before wrapping your arms around his neck. "No, I don't."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. "Good. Because I love you."

Your breath caught, even though he told you all the time. But this felt different—so raw, so real, like he was giving you a part of himself that only you got to see.

"I love you too," you whispered.

He kissed you then, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. And maybe, in this moment, he did.

The rest of the day was nothing short of perfect.

Rafe took you everywhere—to your favorite café, where he ordered your usual before you could even ask, to the arcade, where he insisted on winning you the biggest stuffed animal, to the ice cream shop, where he made a dramatic scene about how chocolate ice cream was "disgusting" but still stole bites from your cone anyway.

And then, as the sun began to set, he drove you to the beach.

The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, the waves crashing gently against the shore. A blanket was already set up, fairy lights strung around, a small picnic spread waiting for the two of you.

You turned to him, stunned. "You planned this?"

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well... I wanted to do something special."

You stared at him, your heart feeling so impossibly full. "You are something special."

His jaw tensed slightly, like he didn't quite know how to handle that. But then he just pulled you into his arms, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

You both sat down, and Rafe pulled you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. The sound of the ocean filled the silence, and he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"This is the best Valentine's Day ever," you murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

Rafe kissed your temple, his voice soft. "Because I'm here?"

You smiled. "Because you love me."

He exhaled slowly, like he was soaking in the weight of your words. "Yeah," he whispered. "I do."

You turned in his arms, cupping his face, pressing your forehead against his. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

Rafe's lips curved into a soft smile before he kissed you again, slow and deep and full of everything he felt but didn't always know how to say.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."