Rafe wasn’t expecting to fall for you. Just like he wasn’t expecting how he was currently nervously pacing around the room, stopping every few seconds to glance at his phone screen that was still opened to your messages.

Can I come see you? Sure. :)

After his message, you left him on read, to which he figured you were already on your way.

Why’d you want to see him? Was there something important you wanted to tell him? You had been meeting up with him pretty often, so was this a sign? Rafe found himself grinning stupidly, but was quickly pulled out of his thoughts. A few knocks in a rhythm hit his door.

In quick strides, Rafe was at his door, opening it. And there you were. Looking prettier than last time he saw you. You always get prettier every time he sees you. To him, at least.

He offered a shy smile. “Uh, hey.” Rafe swallowed thickly, shifting from one foot to another.

You mirrored his smile. “Hi.”

Awkward silence.

“…Do you… wanna come in?” Rafe gestured a thumb behind him to the inside of his apartment. Offering his space, might as well be his damn world with how lonely he gets.

You blinked, your smile widening slightly. You nodded. “Sure, yeah. I’d love to, thanks.”

So maybe you didn’t have anything important to tell him. Maybe you wanted to see him? That surely had to be a good sign, right? Or maybe you just saw him as your only friend since you cut off your other one for being so mean and rude to him. Not like Rafe didn’t have anything to do with that, of course he did. You only needed him. His company should’ve been enough. Right?

So now you sat on the comfortable couch of his dimly lit living room. He kept it cozy and homey. Just your vibe. Completely fucking oblivious to the fact that Rafe had stalked your socials enough to pick up on things and styles he learned you liked and decorated his whole apartment to match it. Just for you.

He also had quite a few candles sitting around, all of them were the perfect mix of sweet and musky. Also a small detail Rafe didn’t forget to include.

“I love the vibe.” you complimented with a smile, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ once he handed you a glass of water. “Yeah?” he grinned lopsidedly. “I just redecorated it.”

He took a seat next to you, taking a sip of his own water before setting it down. “So uh,” he prompted shyly, his blue eyes almost puppy-like as he silently admired you. “Did you wanna talk to me about something or?”

“Oh, no,” you shrugged sheepishly “just bored and wanted someone to hang out with.”

Rafe’s heart leaped with joy at your words. You were finally comfortable around him to hang out with him casually. His grin widened, but quickly decreased once he realized how weird he might’ve looked.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Um, do you wanna watch a movie, then? I have snacks.” Also, all of your favorite ones. Most people would probably call this obsessive behavior— fucking stalking even. But to Rafe? No, this was adoration. Love. You just… didn’t have to actually know about the depths he would go for you.

So once he heard your small ‘sure’, he was up in an instant. Letting you pick a movie while gathering some snacks.

Rafe was getting closer and closer to successfully making you his, even though he was already yours. You just didn’t know that yet. Because no one could love and cherish you like Rafe Cameron does.