Rafe Cameron Imagines

Keep It Quiet🤍

A/N: This is my first step-sibling love imagine so if you guys like it and want more let me know, I'll be happy to do it. I just don't know how you guys would like it so this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I'm planning on making a step-brother imagine w rafe and a step-sister imagine w Sarah but doing rafes first. Please give me your thoughts in the comments on this. I just finished watching the new my fault movie and that gave me the inspiration for this😂😭. So just let me know <33.

Hiding a relationship was hard enough.

Hiding one with Rafe Cameron, your stepbrother, was nearly impossible.

But here you were, doing exactly that.

It had started out as something stupid—a shared glance too long, a touch that lingered when it shouldn't have, whispered arguments turning into something else entirely. The first time it happened, you both swore it was a mistake. The second time, you promised it would be the last. The third time, you stopped pretending.

Now, it was routine. The stolen moments, the hushed conversations, the way you had to pretend you weren't completely obsessed with each other whenever you were around your parents.

And right now? Right now, you were dangerously close to being caught.

Your back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, Rafe's body crowding yours, his breath warm against your skin as he glared down at you. His hand was gripping your hip tightly—too tightly—but you knew it wasn't out of anger. It was frustration.

"What the fuck was that?" he muttered, his voice low, accusing.

You rolled your eyes, pretending like you weren't completely aware of what he was talking about. "What was what, Rafe?"

His grip on your hip tightened. "Don't play dumb with me."

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about."

Rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You really wanna do this right now? You think I didn't see you flirting with Chase at dinner?"

Your lips twitched, fighting back a smirk. "I wasn't flirting."

"You were smiling at him," he hissed, leaning in closer. "Laughing at his stupid fucking jokes."

You scoffed. "Oh, so now I can't laugh?"

Rafe's jaw clenched, his blue eyes narrowing. "Not at him."

You let out a sharp breath, tilting your head slightly. "Jealous, Cameron?"

He exhaled sharply, his hand moving from your hip to your waist, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin. "You love pushing me, don't you?"

You grinned. "Maybe."

Rafe let out a humorless chuckle, his grip tightening. "You think this is funny?"

"A little."

His lips twitched. "You know what's not funny?"

"What?"

"The fact that I can't touch you whenever I want," he muttered. "That I have to sit at that fucking dinner table and watch you act like you're not mine."

Your smirk faltered just slightly, your breath hitching. "Rafe—"

"No," he interrupted, shaking his head. "Do you know how fucking hard it is? Sitting there, pretending like I don't want you?"

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat was hammering against your ribs. "It's not exactly easy for me either."

Rafe scoffed. "Yeah? You sure about that? Because from where I was sitting, it looked real easy for you to sit there and giggle at Chase's shitty jokes."

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest. "God, you are so fucking dramatic."

Rafe grabbed your wrist before you could move away, pinning it against the wall. "And you're a fucking brat."

Your breath caught, your pulse quickening. "Rafe—"

"Say you're mine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at him, lips parted, your whole body burning with how close he was. You could hear footsteps down the hall, the distant sound of your mom and his dad talking, and it sent a thrill through you.

"I'm yours," you finally whispered.

Rafe smirked, his thumb brushing against your wrist. "Damn right you are."

You let out a slow breath, shaking your head slightly. "We have to go back out there."

Rafe's expression darkened. "I hate pretending."

"I know," you murmured, reaching up to cup his jaw. "But we don't have a choice."

His lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah, we do."

You frowned. "Rafe—"

"We tell them," he said suddenly.

You froze. "What?"

Rafe exhaled sharply. "We tell them. We stop hiding."

You shook your head, stepping back. "No. No way."

"Why not?"

You stared at him like he was insane. "Because, Rafe! Our parents are married. Do you not see how that might be a little bit of a problem?"

His jaw clenched. "I don't give a fuck."

"Well, I do," you snapped. "Do you have any idea what that would do to them? To us?"

Rafe let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. "So what, we just keep sneaking around forever?"

You sighed. "I don't know."

"That's not good enough."

"Rafe—"

"No," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm fucking serious. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of hiding. I'm sick of watching guys flirt with you and not being able to do anything about it."

Your heart ached, but you forced yourself to stay firm. "This is just how it has to be."

Rafe scoffed. "Bullshit."

You let out a slow breath, reaching up to cup his face. "I love you," you whispered.

His expression softened slightly. "Then stop acting like we're something to be ashamed of."

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. "It's not about that."

"Then what is it?"

"It's about keeping this ours," you murmured. "Just for a little while longer."

Rafe exhaled sharply, his grip on your waist tightening. He stared at you for a long moment, and then finally, he sighed.

"Fine," he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow. "Fine?"

He smirked slightly, leaning in until his lips brushed against yours. "For now."