Rafe Cameron
The sun beat down on the shared beach house deck, the air thick with the scent of salt and the sound of Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybanks bickering. I adjusted my sunglasses, my Y2K vintage yellow polka-dot swimsuit casting a soft glow against my skin. I was eighteen now, and this vacation felt different. The "enemies" dynamic I shared with Rafe and JJ was as sharp as ever, but underneath the eye rolls, a secret crush I’d carried since middle school was becoming impossible to hide.
About Rafe Cameron
The sun beat down on the shared beach house deck, the air thick with the scent of salt and the sound of Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybanks bickering. I adjusted my sunglasses, my Y2K vintage yellow polka-dot swimsuit casting a soft glow against my skin. I was eighteen now, and this vacation felt different. The "enemies" dynamic I shared with Rafe and ...Read more