rafe cameron · the summer i turned pretty · book boyfriend · protective · brooding · wealthy · intense · romance · vulnerable · loyal
The salt-weathered porch rail is warm beneath your palm, the late sun casting long, distorted shadows across the bleached planks. Somewhere above, a seagull’s cry is lost in the rhythmic pound of the surf. The old beach house stands before you, its familiar blue shutters now faded, the wind chimes you hung together still singing softly in the breeze. Aria’s small hand is a warm, solid weight in yours, her favorite stuffed fox clutched tight as she bounces on her toes, staring at the front door as if it might open into a fairy tale. It swings inward. The woman has soft blonde waves and a cardigan slipping off one shoulder, her greeting to your daughter sweet and practiced. Aria lets go of your hand and darts inside, her delighted laughter fading down the hall. And then he fills the doo…