024. him inside of me

( the twenty fourth chapter )

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The waiter soon returned with their drinks. Rafe's beer sat cold and glistening with condensation, while Olivine's wine sparkled in the low light. She picked up her glass carefully, taking a sip and letting the taste linger on her tongue. Rafe watched her, his beer forgotten for a moment as he studied the way her lashes fluttered when she closed her eyes, savoring the flavor.

"Good?" he asked, his voice breaking the quiet between them.

"Very," she admitted, placing the glass down gently. "Though, I'm half-worried it costs more than my rent."

Rafe smirked. "It probably does." He leaned forward slightly, his fingers playing idly with the edge of his glass. "But hey, what's the point of having money if you can't spend it, right?"

Olivine gave him a look, one brow raised. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Trust Fund. Some of us actually have to budget."

He chuckled at her teasing tone, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm spoiled." His smirk softened, and for a moment, something more serious crossed his face. "But, you know... it's kind of nice, seeing someone enjoy this stuff without taking it for granted. Most people around here act like it's nothing. You actually make it feel worth it."

Her expression softened, and she looked down at her drink, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass. "I guess I'm just not used to all of this," she admitted. "Fancy meals, restaurants with no prices, people just... spending thousands like it's nothing. It's a whole other world."

Rafe nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Yeah, it is. And it can be... a lot sometimes. But tonight, it's just dinner. No expectations, no price tags. Just us."

Olivine's lips curved into a small smile, and she looked up at him. "You're full of surprises, Rafe Cameron."

"Yeah?" he asked, a hint of mischief returning to his tone. "Like what?"

"Like... how you can go from smug rich kid to thoughtful dinner date in a matter of minutes," she said, smirking.

Rafe laughed, leaning back in his chair. "What can I say? I'm a man of many talents."

Their food arrived shortly after, and Olivine's eyes widened again as the dishes were placed in front of them. The Posh Pie looked almost too perfect to eat, its golden crust glistening under the light, while the Fleurburger was a masterpiece of decadent ingredients. Rafe's steak and pasta were equally impressive, the plates arranged with meticulous precision.

Olivine picked up her fork hesitantly, glancing at him. "Okay, now I'm officially scared to eat this. What if it's too fancy for me?"

Rafe smirked, slicing into his steak with ease. "You'll be fine. Just take a bite."

She rolled her eyes but followed his lead, cutting into the pie and taking a small bite. Her eyes widened, and she chewed slowly, savoring the flavor. "Okay, this might actually be worth it," she admitted.

Rafe grinned, watching her enjoy the food. "Told you."

As the meal went on, their conversation flowed easily, touching on everything from her ballet training to his chaotic family life. Olivine teased him about his siblings, and he shared stories about Wheezie's antics and Sarah's rebellious streak. For a while, it felt like they were just two people, far removed from the pressures of their lives.

Eventually, Olivine set her fork down, leaning back in her chair with a content sigh. "Alright, I take it back. This was definitely worth the price."

Rafe chuckled, finishing the last of his beer. "Glad you're finally seeing things my way."

She rolled her eyes but smiled, her gaze lingering on him. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"And yet, here you are," he shot back, smirking.

"Here I am," she agreed, her voice soft.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the noise of the restaurant fading into the background. There was something unspoken in the air, a tension that neither of them seemed ready to address. But for now, it was enough just to be there, sharing a moment that felt completely their own.

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As their plates were cleared, Rafe leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of water before casually dropping the news. "By the way, I was thinking... I should take you out on the Druthers."

Olivine blinked at him, her fork pausing midair. "The Druthers? As in... your family's boat? That Druthers?"

"Yeah," Rafe said, as if it were the most normal suggestion in the world. He grinned at her reaction. "Why? You scared of boats or something?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "No, but it's not exactly a little fishing boat, Rafe. That thing's a yacht, and you want me—your sister's tutor—on it? What would your dad think?"

Rafe shrugged, unfazed. "He's not going to think anything because he's out of town with Rose for work. They won't be back until right before Midsummers. So relax, okay? It's just me and you. No drama."

Olivine leaned back in her chair, giving him a skeptical look. "This feels like a setup for something chaotic, but... fine. If you promise we won't end up in the middle of some weird Cameron family scandal, I'm in."

"I promise," Rafe said, his grin widening. "It'll be fun. Trust me."

Olivine just shook her head, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "You're ridiculous, but okay."

Their food arrived not long after, and the serious conversation gave way to playful banter. Rafe teased Olivine about the way she carefully dissected her Posh Pie, and she countered by joking about his "dad meal" of steak and pasta. They laughed about everything and nothing, sharing stories from their wildly different lives.

It was easy. Too easy, maybe. But neither of them questioned it.

Later that evening, Rafe was behind the wheel of his truck, driving them toward Tannyhill. The sun was setting, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Olivine sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside as they wound through the quiet streets.

When they arrived at the dock, Olivine stepped out of the truck, and her breath hitched. The Druthers stood before them in all her glory, a sleek and shining symbol of the Cameron family's wealth.

"Wow," Olivine said softly, her eyes wide as she took it in. "I've seen it before, but... it looks different up close. Bigger."

Rafe came around the truck, smirking at her reaction. "She's a beauty, huh?"

"She's... intimidating," Olivine admitted, crossing her arms. She turned to Rafe, her brows furrowing. "Are you sure about this? What if Ward comes back early? What if he finds out?"

Rafe rolled his eyes, reaching for her hand. "Olivine, seriously. He's not coming back until just before Midsummers. And even if he did find out, what's he going to do? Yell at me? Ground me? Please."

She hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know..."

"Hey," Rafe said, his voice softening. He squeezed her hand gently. "It's just a boat ride. I've got everything under control, I promise."

Olivine sighed, still unsure, but she allowed him to lead her toward the dock. When they reached the edge, Rafe climbed aboard first, then turned to help her. She hesitated again, but his steady hand and reassuring smile made her step forward.

"Careful," he murmured as he steadied her, his hand warm against hers.

Once they were both on board, Rafe moved to the controls, expertly starting up the boat. The engine purred to life, and soon they were gliding away from the dock, the water shimmering beneath them in the fading light.

Olivine stood near the railing, her hair catching the breeze as she looked out over the water. Rafe joined her, leaning casually beside her.

"See?" he said, his tone light. "Nothing to worry about."

Olivine glanced at him, her expression softening. "Okay, fine. You win this round."

Rafe smirked, but there was something warmer in his eyes as he watched her. "Told you I'd make this fun."

As the Druthers moved further out into the open water, the tension from earlier seemed to dissolve. For the first time in a while, it felt like they were in their own little world—just the two of them, no expectations, no barriers. And for now, that was enough.

The boat rocked gently beneath them, the hum of the engine fading as Rafe cut it and let them drift in the open water. The world around them was painted in hues of gold and pink, the sun sinking slowly toward the horizon. Olivine stood at the edge of the deck, her arms folded as she watched the rippling water catch the light.

Rafe lingered near the controls for a moment, his eyes on her. The way the sunset played on her skin, the wind brushing her braids over her shoulders—it was almost too much. She looked serene, ethereal, like she belonged in a painting.

He cleared his throat and held up two cans of Diet Cola, breaking the spell. "Hey," he called out, his voice low but playful. "Thought we could play a little game."

Olivine turned, one brow arched as she noticed the cans in his hands. "A game?"

"Yeah," he said, walking over to her and handing her a can. He plopped down on the deck floor, patting the spot beside him. "Truth or truth—with a twist."

Olivine laughed, the sound light and warm as she joined him, sitting cross-legged across from him. "Truth or truth? Never heard of it. How's it work?"

Rafe smirked, leaning back on one hand while he popped the tab on his can with the other. "It's a game Sarah roped me into when we were kids. Basically, you can only ask questions, no dares. But if you don't answer, you have to reveal something no one else knows about you."

She nodded slowly, taking a sip from her can. "Alright. Sounds easy enough. But I should warn you—I've never lost a game in my life."

"Is that so?" Rafe said, raising a brow. His grin widened. "Neither have I. Guess we'll see who breaks first."

Olivine chuckled, tilting her head as she studied him. "Fine. You go first."

Rafe leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes sharp with interest. "Alright, let's start simple. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

Olivine bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "Okay, so... when I was thirteen, I was at this ballet recital, and my pointe shoe ribbon came undone in the middle of my solo. I tried to tie it back without stopping, but I ended up tripping and landing flat on my face in front of everyone. I still have nightmares about it."

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. "That's pretty bad, but you get points for trying to save it. Alright, your turn."

She tapped a finger against her can, her eyes narrowing mischievously. "What's the pettiest thing you've ever done?"

Rafe snorted, leaning back. "Oh, that's easy. I once stole Topper's favorite fishing rod and hid it in the crawlspace under my house because he wouldn't stop bragging about it. He spent weeks accusing everyone else of taking it."

Olivine burst out laughing, shaking her head. "You're so childish."

"Hey, he deserved it," Rafe said, grinning. "Okay, next question. What's one thing you've done that you've never told anyone?"

Olivine's laughter faded as she looked at him, her expression softening. She glanced away, her fingers fidgeting with the tab of her can. "I once thought about quitting ballet," she admitted quietly. "I was so burned out and tired of the pressure. But I never told anyone because I was afraid of disappointing my mom."

Rafe studied her for a moment, his gaze unreadable. "Why didn't you quit?"

She shrugged, giving him a small smile. "Because I love it. Even when it's hard, it's still a part of who I am."

Rafe nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Makes sense."

"My turn," she said quickly, changing the subject. Her eyes sparkled with mischief again. "What's the weirdest thing you've ever done for someone you like?"

Rafe hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh... okay. There was this girl I liked in middle school, and she was really into gardening or whatever. So, I bought this huge bag of seeds and planted flowers all over the yard—even though I'm allergic to half of them—just to impress her."

Olivine gasped, covering her mouth. "No way! Did it work?"

"Not even a little," Rafe admitted, laughing. "But my mom loved the flowers, so I guess it wasn't a total waste."

They kept going, trading questions back and forth, their laughter ringing out over the water. Each answer revealed a little more about them, peeling back the layers of tension and formality that had once defined their relationship.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep purples and blues, Rafe leaned back, shaking his head with a smirk. "You're good at this. I'll give you that."

Olivine smiled, her gaze soft. "You're not so bad yourself, Cameron."

For the first time in a long time, it felt like they weren't just two people from different worlds trying to make sense of each other. They were just Rafe and Olivine, two people sharing a moment that felt real.

Olivine leaned back on her hands, the soft breeze catching the loose ends of her braids as she tilted her head, pretending to think deeply. Her lips twitched with amusement before she finally spoke.

"Alright, serious question," she began, her tone overly solemn. "If you had to fight one—just one—would you rather take on a hundred duck-sized horses... or one horse-sized duck?"

Rafe blinked, then stared at her, his mouth twitching. A second later, he burst into laughter, his head tipping back as he let out a genuine, full-bodied laugh.

"Are you serious?" he managed, his grin wide as he shook his head. "That's what you're going with?"

Olivine shrugged, her expression unrepentant. "You said truth or truth. Didn't say it had to be deep."

Rafe leaned forward, pointing at her with his can of cola. "Alright, fine. A horse-sized duck. I'll take my chances with one big freaky bird rather than getting swarmed by tiny horse-demons."

Olivine laughed, clutching her sides. "A horse-sized duck? Rafe, that thing could swallow you whole!"

"Yeah, but at least I wouldn't be trying to dodge a hundred little stampedes!" he shot back, his blue eyes sparkling with humor.

She raised a brow, her smile wide. "You're underestimating those tiny horses. They'd team up. You wouldn't stand a chance."

"Please," Rafe said, leaning closer. "I'd outsmart them. Besides, I'd just bribe them with sugar cubes or something."

Olivine rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her laughter finally subsided. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're the one who asked the question," Rafe countered, his grin softening as he gazed at her. "Seriously, though... that was the best one yet."

Olivine smiled, the playful banter melting into a quiet, comfortable moment between them. The last traces of sunlight faded on the horizon, leaving them in the warm glow of the boat's deck lights, feeling like the world had shrunk down to just the two of them and the endless water around them.

After a few rounds, Rafe's curiosity got the best of him. He leaned in slightly, his voice quieter than before. "Okay," he said, his eyes searching hers. "Is there ever a possibility that we could be more than... whatever we are now?"

Olivine looked at him, her gaze soft but unreadable. "What do you mean?"

Rafe sat across from Olivine, the dim light casting soft shadows on their faces. The air was thick with unspoken words, and he felt the weight of his thoughts pressing heavily against his chest. "Is there a chance we could be more than whatever this is?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his tone made his heart race. "I've never really done the whole relationship thing. I don't know what it's like to be a good boyfriend, but what we have... it deserves a title. You're all I think about."

Olivine didn't say anything at first. She just watched him, her heart beating a little faster at his sincerity. But then, before she could reply, Rafe leaned forward, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek.

"Rafe," she whispered, her voice soft. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, pulling back just enough to speak against his mouth. "If this is your way of saying you want to be my boyfriend... I'm saying yes."

Rafe's eyes dropped to her lips, his voice dropping to a huskier tone as he let out a quiet curse.

"Fuck it." Before she could say anything more, he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers with a fervor that caught her off guard. She responded immediately, her hands finding their way into his hair, fingers tugging him closer.

The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in sync, a gentle battle for control that Rafe won when he pulled her into his lap, her dress shifting as she straddled him. Their breaths mingled, heavy with the electricity that had always simmered beneath the surface.

Rafe pulled back briefly, both of them panting slightly as they took in the intensity of the moment. Olivine's lips immediately sought his again, and he chuckled low, rubbing his hands along her hips.

"You're going to ruin me," he whispered against her lips, a mixture of admiration and desire in his voice. And before she could answer, his lips were on hers again, pulling her into another kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of everything unsaid between them.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable. Rafe caressed her hips, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, guiding her movements as they rubbed against each other, eliciting soft gasps that sent shivers down his spine.

As he trailed kisses down her neck, he could feel Olivine's hands tangling in his gelled hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure through him, and he couldn't resist sucking gently on her neck, earning a breathless moan from her. His hands explored beneath her dress, gripping her rear, which caused her to yelp in surprise and tumble forward, nearly pushing him down.

Rafe's eyes darkened with desire as he smirked, "If you wanted to put your tits in my face, all you had to do was say so." She laughed softly, the sound a melody that filled the air, and he continued his exploration, one hand sliding toward the delicate fabric of her underwear.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of longing and anticipation. She nodded, breathless, and he moved her panties aside, slipping his finger into her warmth.

A collective sigh escaped them, pleasure washing over both as he began to move his finger in and out. Olivine's breath caught with each thrust, her body responding to him as she let out a series of soft, breathless moans. He added another finger, stretching her further, watching her unravel beneath him, sweat glistening on her forehead as her pleasure built.

"Rafe..." she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and delight, and he could feel her body tightening around him. He leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, encouraging her as he continued his movements. Finally, as she reached the peak of her pleasure with a loud, beautiful moan, Rafe held her close, letting her ride out her orgasm. Their connection deepened in that moment of shared ecstasy, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, lost in each other.

As they caught their breath, Rafe brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart full. "You're so beautiful, Olivine" he said softly, their eyes locking in a moment of understanding. Olivine smiled, her cheeks flushed she pecked his lips once more , and in that instant, they both knew they had crossed a threshold into something beautifully new.

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