Rafe Cameron Imagines

Always You🤍

The sun was setting over the Outer Banks, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and pink, reflecting off the waves as they crashed lazily against the shore. The salty breeze tangled in your hair, and the distant laughter of people on the beach mixed with the faint sound of music coming from someone's speaker. But none of it mattered—not when you were here, sitting on the hood of Rafe's truck, his presence beside you the only thing you cared about.

You stretched your legs out, leaning back on your hands as the warmth of the metal beneath you slowly faded with the sun. Rafe sat next to you, his back against the windshield, lazily tossing his lighter up and catching it in his palm. He looked effortless—like he always did, like he was completely at ease. But you knew better. You knew the way his mind never really stopped, the way his thoughts raced faster than he'd ever admit.

And you knew when he caught you staring.

"You keep staring," he mused, flicking his eyes toward you, a smirk playing on his lips.

You smirked right back. "Maybe I like looking at you."

His grin widened, something playful dancing behind his blue eyes, but there was something softer in his expression too—something only for you. He let out a small chuckle, setting the lighter down and shifting so he was facing you.

"Yeah?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

You nodded, reaching up to brush a strand of his messy blonde hair out of his face. "You're pretty, Cameron."

Rafe let out a low laugh, shaking his head. "God, you're such a flirt."

"Says you," you teased, nudging his knee with yours. "You literally called me the love of your life this morning."

His smirk turned smug, the way it always did when he knew he had you right where he wanted. "I mean, am I wrong?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe. Maybe not."

He clicked his tongue. "Bullshit."

You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. "Fine, you're right. Happy now?"

Rafe hummed, tilting his head in mock consideration. "Hmm... I dunno. Say it again."

"What? That you're right?"

"No," he said, leaning in closer, his voice dropping slightly. "That I'm the love of your life."

You felt your stomach flutter, but you weren't going to give in that easily. Instead, you moved even closer, so close that your lips barely brushed against his.

"Maybe," you whispered.

His groan was immediate, his head dropping back dramatically against the windshield. "You are so annoying."

You grinned. "And yet, you love me."

Rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head like you were the most frustrating thing in the world—like you drove him absolutely insane. But then his hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek. His touch was gentle, deliberate.

"Yeah," he admitted, voice quieter now, raw in a way that made your breath catch. "I really do."

Your teasing faded just a little because, as much as you loved to mess with him, you loved him more. You leaned into his touch, your hand coming up to rest on his wrist, feeling the steady beat of his pulse beneath your fingertips.

"I love you too," you whispered.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips, but this time, it wasn't cocky—it was real. "Say it again."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you love me," he repeated, mimicking your earlier words, his grin widening.

You rolled your eyes, but you still kissed him anyway.

His lips met yours in a way that was both familiar and electrifying, like every kiss before and yet somehow better. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you just a little closer, like he needed to feel every inch of you, like the space between you wasn't an option.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him. Like you were it.

He ran his thumb over your cheek, gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. "You're it for me, you know that, right?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Yeah," you murmured. "I know."

Rafe grinned, brushing his nose against yours. "Good. Just making sure."

You shook your head, smiling softly. "You're impossible."

"And yet..."

"I love you," you finished for him, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. "Exactly."