Rafe Cameron Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And weirdly excited by it. When I came out, Rafe had changed too. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, that V-line disappearing under the waistband like an invitation, it had no shirt on. The tattoo sleeve covered most of his left arm, some geometric pattern mixed with what looked like waves or storm clouds. His chest was broad, lightly dusted with hair, abs tight enough that I forgot how to speak for a second. He was drying his hair with a towel. The motion made everything flex.

“I thought you said a shower wasn’t going to change the way I smell now?” I say, frowning at Rafe. “It’s going to help,” he says, turning back to me and raising his eyebrows. “Seriously, Ariel, you…you smell like you took a bath in eau d’Jackson. It’s not a bad thing but it is…a statement cologne.” I laugh a little and he nods to me, stepping out the door, clearly letting me know he’ll give me a minute. Rafe pulls the door after him, but doesn’t let it completely shut.

“No. I really have to get off that site, and I will this weekend. McKenzy signed me up because I was having trouble selling my artwork. But I can’t get off just yet. It’s just that this guy Tomás messaged me and told me how his wife cheated on him, and he needs a younger woman on his arm when he goes to his niece’s quinceañera because she’s going to be there—” “Say no more. I know how soft-hearted you are.” His eyebrows draw together in confusion. “I’m sorry you had to do that in the first place.” “Starving artist,” I admit. “Like I said, it was McKenzy’s idea. But it panned out pretty well.” “And you don’t need any more money? Because, suddenly, I’ve got loads of it,” Rafe offers. I kiss hi

I still fall on his chest and his back collides with his car. "Why are you falling on me? What are you really doing?" He asks in astonishment mixed with anger. I feel excruciating pain again on my back. I tightly press my lips to stop the weird sounds that could escape my mouth. Rafe grabs my shoulder and pushes me back. I take a few seconds to recover. He examines my face with confused eyes. I get a chance to look at his face too. His spruced-up appearance and looks are giving the indication that he's directly coming from a salon; flawless, freshly-shaven face, hair locks arranged in jumbles and his navy blue crispy suit that seems as crispy as a new banknote. He has a youthful glow on his

I never thought it would end. The last few months have been really exhausting for me and I'm glad they're finally over. "Luna, what are you going to wear?" Rafe asked as he approached me with a group of people behind him. They seemed to be famous fashion designers. "What do you think would look good on me?" I replied, bringing out Rafe's playful side. "Anything looks good on you, Luna," he flirted, earning nothing more than a playful flick of my tongue in return. Rafe laughed heartily, his demeanor so different from before.

“Stephanie Meyers, Anne Rice, or Brahm Stoker?” “No idea. I don’t read any of them. She likes darkness, Victorian dress, and sleeping in a coffin.” Rafe laughed even harder at that. “At least she’s not a Twilight fan.” “Callum!” I called to my cousin. “I’d like you to meet my friend, Rafe. He really liked that special wine you make.” Callum, a thirty year old with brown hair that was starting to go gray at the temples, looked up from his conversation with his dad. “I had no idea there was a viable market for it. It is, after all, not strictly on the right side of the law.”

he stated sarcastically. “But it seems like you are!” I stated and looked around. “Listen, it’s cool! If you don’t want to have a tattoo, I will do it anyway!” Raf exclaimed and that man approached us. “Raf!” he screamed. “Aaron!” Raf screamed and they hugged each other. Aaron was probably in his mid forties. He had a round face, brown chocolate skin. He was well-built. His nose was flat and he had dark short hair. His eyes were hazel and big.

I ordered my uber and then went home to change and freshen up. With Pop Smoke playing in the background, I showered and then had a glass of wine to get me into a good mood. I did my makeup to complement my bright look of a blue denim skirt and a cute yellow and white striped bandeau. I left my hair out in a huge puffy afro and then added a few clips in for a cute vibe and finished my outfit off with my white Nike air maxes. I smiled at my reflection and then went out to wait for him. I had texted him my address after work and then he told me he would be at my place at 9.

Aiden left a laugh, “No, she was charming. I didn’t mind clearing up her confusion. Although, that is not going to be enough for her though. She’s probably expecting your company.” “Yeah, well.” Jamie shrugged, dismissing the topic. Rafa hadn’t failed to notice that and an evil smirk surfaced on his face, realizing that he had found yet another opportunity to pull his leg. “Yeah, Jamie is just going to ignore her until his anger comes down.” “Anger?” Aiden asked quizzically while Jamie glared at Rafa. “Why would you be angry at her?” Jamie looked at him with reluctance, “It’s nothing.” “Well, she must have said something that he didn’t like.” Rafa said, “Jamie’s very sensitive like that.”

Until… "I still can't believe how good you two look together." The voice behind me froze me in place. My stomach tightened, and I turned slowly. When I saw who it was, I almost jumped out of my skin as I realized how royally fucked we were. Rafe Costa was standing there calmly, dressed in an immaculate navy suit with his hair slicked back, and that same easy smile that used to fool everyone. He looked different, and more refined. But those cold and sharp eyes of his hadn't changed at all.