Rafe Cameron Imagines

Reckless Love🤍

The night air was thick with summer heat, clinging to your skin as you leaned against Rafe's truck, arms crossed, frustration rolling off you in waves. Rafe stood a few feet away, his hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw tight, his split lip still bleeding slightly. Another fight. Another reckless decision. Another night of him acting like he had nothing to lose.

"Say something," he muttered, shifting under your glare.

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You really want me to say something, Rafe? Fine. What the fuck were you thinking?"

His jaw clenched. "I handled it."

"You handled it?" you repeated, voice rising. "What does that even mean? You got into another fight, now what? You walk away like none of it matters? Like it doesn't matter that you come home looking like this?"

"I didn't start it."

"Oh my God, stop saying that," you snapped. "That's not the point. You never start it, but somehow, you're always in the middle of it. You think that's just some crazy coincidence?"

Rafe let out a sharp breath, shaking his head like you were the one being difficult. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to stop acting like this is normal!" you shot back. "Coming home with a busted lip? Another bruise? A new enemy? Like it's just another fucking Tuesday?"

He exhaled sharply, looking away like he couldn't stand the way you were looking at him. "I don't need you worrying about me."

"Too late for that," you muttered.

His head snapped toward you, something breaking in his expression. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I do, Rafe. You don't get to choose that for me. You think I want to spend every night waiting for a phone call? Wondering if you're gonna make it home? Wondering what version of you I'm gonna get when you do?"

He swallowed hard, his hands flexing at his sides. "I never wanted—"

"Yeah? Then stop doing this to yourself," you interrupted. "Stop doing this to me."

Rafe let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You make it sound so fucking easy."

"I never said it was easy, Rafe," you said, softer this time. "But you don't even try. You just keep going, full speed ahead, like you don't care if you crash."

His nostrils flared slightly, his breathing uneven. "And what if I don't?"

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. Your stomach twisted, something sharp and painful settling in your chest.

"Then that scares the shit out of me," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe let out a slow breath, his gaze flickering away for a second before he looked back at you. "I don't know how to be anything else," he muttered.

You hesitated, then stepped closer, reaching out before you could stop yourself. You brushed your fingers against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way he tensed but didn't pull away.

"You could," you said softly. "If you let yourself."

His eyes locked onto yours, something unreadable in them. "You think I'm worth that?"

You let out a soft, sad laugh. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

Rafe exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching at his sides before he reached for you, his hands sliding around your waist. He pulled you against him, his grip firm, like he needed to feel you there, needed to remind himself that you weren't going anywhere—at least not tonight.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured.

You scoffed. "Oh, I drive you crazy?"

His lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk forming. "Yeah. You do."

And then he kissed you.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was desperate, messy, and so completely Rafe. His hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go. His lips were rough against yours, his breath uneven, his whole body tense, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn't say into the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"You're gonna be the death of me," you murmured.

Rafe huffed out a laugh, brushing his lips against yours again. "Yeah?" he whispered.

You nodded, your grip tightening. "Yeah."

He smirked slightly, pressing another lingering kiss against the corner of your mouth. "Then we're even."