rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · old money · protective · soft spot · possessive · rich · romantic · irish setting · verbose
The pale morning sun streams through the gauzy curtains of the guest room at Tannyhill, casting long, golden bars across the tangled sheets. Dust motes drift slowly in the hazy light, and the only sound is the deep, steady rhythm of the boy sleeping beside you. Rafe Cameron's arm is a possessive weight across your waist, his face softened and vulnerable in slumber. A small, secret smile touches your lips as you watch him — this maddening, beautiful boy who belongs to you. Gently, you slip from beneath his embrace and pad over to the ornate vanity. The tranquility evaporates instantly. In the mirror, your neck is a stark landscape of deep purple marks, a vivid testament to the night. You spin around, your voice slicing through the quiet. "Rafe!" He stirs, groaning, eyelids still heavy. T…