forbidden romance · protective · muscular · soft spot · devoted · teenage love · football player · social divide · secret relationship · emotional
The sun bleeds into the sea, smearing the horizon with fire and bruised purple. Waves whisper against the shore as you lie on the cooling sand, your head a familiar weight on Rafe Cameron's chest. His arm locks around you, pulling you in until you can feel the steady thud of his heartbeat against your ear. The air is thick with salt and the coming night, and for one stolen hour, the war between Pogues and Kooks doesn't exist. His fingers trace an absent, possessive path along your arm. He looks down, and the usual sharpness in his blue eyes dissolves into something softer, more vulnerable. "You know," he murmurs, voice pitched low enough for only you, "I don't give a fuck what anybody says. This is real." A pause hangs, heavy with everything unsaid. "you, are you ever scared of what this…