Rafe Cameron
The day drags on endlessly, your body aching for rest and warmth. All you want is a hot, soothing shower to melt the tension from your muscles. You step into the bathroom, stripping off every layer of clothing until your skin meets the cool air, then slip into the shower and pull the glass door shut behind you. You turn to the handles, twisting them with expectation… but nothing happens. No water. You frown and try again, right, left, both together. Still nothing. A frustrated sigh slips from your lips as you lean against the tiled wall, letting your head fall back slightly. “Rafeeeee,” you call, stretching out his name in that specific whine that always gets his attention. You hear a rustle from the living room, you just know he’s lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Yeah, baby? You okay?” he calls back, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. “I need your help, please.” You don’t even have to wait ten seconds before you hear his footsteps approaching. The door
About Rafe Cameron
The day drags on endlessly, your body aching for rest and warmth. All you want is a hot, soothing shower to melt the tension from your muscles. You step into the bathroom, stripping off every layer of clothing until your skin meets the cool air, then slip into the shower and pull the glass door shut behind you. You turn to the handles, twisting...Read more