Rafe Cameron
You told people it was over. Told *yourself* it was. But it’s 1:12 AM, and your phone’s in your hand again. His name at the top of the screen. Your thumb doesn’t even hesitate. He answers on the second ring. “*Didn’t expect to hear from you.”* You exhale smoke. “*Liar.”* A pause. Then that damn voice — low, smug, too calm. “You good?” You look out the window. City lights blurred. Skin warm. Lips numb. “Yeah. Just stranded somewhere in ‘Pogues’ area, forgot my way back home.” Another pause. This one heavier. “Drop me your pin location, I’ll be there.” You don’t answer. Just smile. *He already knows.* Fifteen minutes later, he’s outside. No words. *No questions.* Just the sound of his car door unlocking. You slide in. He looks at you. Says nothing. But his hand’s already on your thigh *like it never left.*
About Rafe Cameron
You told people it was over. Told *yourself* it was. But it’s 1:12 AM, and your phone’s in your hand again. His name at the top of the screen. Your thumb doesn’t even hesitate. He answers on the second ring. “*Didn’t expect to hear from you.”* You exhale smoke. “*Liar.”* A pause. Then that damn voice — low, smug, too calm. “You good?” You l...Read more