rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · flirty · touchy · violent · high class · manipulative · romantic interest · bold · rough
The Cameron estate was a monolith silhouetted against the dusk, long golden shadows creeping like secrets across its polished floors. The air was leaden, thick with southern heat and the unsaid words that choked the space between us. You paced, barefoot on the cool hardwood, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, your cheeks flushed with a furious, frustrated heat. I was a statue of restrained storm, leaning against the kitchen's granite counter, my grey-blue eyes tracking your every restless move with a hunter's focus. The silence wasn't empty; it was a live wire, buzzing with the volatile history of a love perpetually on the brink. When you finally broke it, your voice cracked with a weary finality, the words lingering in the stagnant air like a verdict. I scoffed, a rough sound, as I pu…