𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ~ 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

24. Graduation

Finally! The day of your graduation has come. You can't really say that your wait for it has been all that bad, given that the day before has left you with absolutely no complaints. But, today does mean the beginning of anxiety of college, being that up close in your future... which is both exciting and terrifying.

With that being said, you haven't found it in you to get up from the bed.

Your alarm keeps blasting for a few seconds before Rafe finally reaches for it and shuts it off. The ceremony starts at 11, and you set your alarm way earlier, 7AM, for the boat trip back, and then get ready at Patty's home. But waking up at 7AM is not for the weak. Especially when the weak in question are a couple that was having sex until 2AM yesterday.

Rafe, who is lying on his back, with his arm serving as your pillow, turns on his side and snuggles into the crook of your neck. Your arm wraps around him, over his shoulders, and he just stays there. You kiss his arm and open your eyes. You'll fall asleep in minus three seconds if he stays like this.

"Up," you tell him, "Get up, Rafe."

Rafe does not move, and, for a bit, you begin to think that he's fallen back asleep. You unwrap your arm from his neck and pull him away by his shoulder. He turns back to lie on his back, and you move, slowly, to sit on your knees in the bed. It's not very effective to make you get up and get off the bed, but at least you're not at risk of falling asleep in this position.

"Come shower with me," you say to him, tired eyes on his still naked, tanned chest.

"I'll be right behind you."

You chuckle and grab his hand. There's no way he's getting up if you leave him by himself. You pull him to sit up, but to no avail. "Rafe, get up."

He doesn't respond, with his eyes still closed and head on the fluffy pillow, and you push yourself out of the bed while huffing out a breath.

You walk over to your bag to get some clothes to wear after the shower, and hear Rafe begin to move. You look over your shoulder and find him looking at you, with his eyes half-closed and leaning back on his forearms.

"Come on."

"What time is it?"

"Seven." You get up with your clothes in your hand, "And we need to be back on the island by 8. And we still need to eat breakfast, so, please..." You walk towards the bed again, "Get up."

Rafe, in response, grabs onto the shirt you're wearing and tries to pull you back into bed. It's like you're talking to a deaf man. No words are reaching his brain yet.

You sigh and step away. You walk over and get inside the bathroom. Putting your stuff over the counter, you go back into the room to grab some socks. When standing back up from your bag, you look over at Rafe to see him already staring at you, now with his eyes fully open.

You two look at each other for about 5 seconds, and then, with the first idea that comes to your brain, you pull the shirt you're wearing over your head. And with Rafe's attention peaked, you disappear into the bathroom.

And, just like you envisioned, it doesn't take him a minute to walk in after you and close the door behind him.

(...)

Half an hour later, you and Rafe appear in the boat's kitchen. Rafe is, finally, wearing a shirt, and you are finally in clothes that aren't a bikini. You look over at the outside to see everybody already eating their breakfast or deep in conversation, but the sight of the table is enough to make you look away.

You move over to grab a bowl, and Rafe follows, making sure to steal the one you have in your hand for his own breakfast. You sigh, in the loudest and most obnoxious way you can, and grab another for yourself. Rafe chuckles and kisses your cheek before going to grab the cereal from the other counter.