025 !! ROTTEN

She hides her bicycle in the shrubbery growing all over the Glissons' backyard and jogs up to the back door rapping on it with a sense of urgency.

Rafe would've loved to pick her up on his motorcycle and have her enter the house from the front door like a normal person but Georgie insisted that going to all this trouble to keep this thing between them a 'secret' is absolutely worth it.

The Cameron boy doesn't know what he's talking about, he thinks being seen with her will be okay for him but it definitely will be the opposite.

He doesn't really care anymore to be honest because as far as he's concerned, Ward Cameron's officially disowned him and even if he hadn't, the Cameron patriarch loves Georgie so what wrong could hanging out with her in public bring for him?

Nothing.

But for Georgie?

That's really all she needs to permanently ruin her life.

Funny how Rafe Cameron is a catalyst for bad decisions and despite recognising this, Georgie feels a sense of exhilaration at the thought of spending time with him.

At the thought of being touched by him.

The door pulls open to reveal Rafe standing there in a casual navy blue t-shirt with his signature board shorts hanging low on his hips.

She's surprised to see him in anything but a polo, and yet this isn't a bad look on him either so who is she to complain?

"No polo?", she walks past him as he steps aside to let her in.

"It's fucking burning in here".

She turns leaning her hip against the kitchen island watching him lock the door and walk up to her, every casual stride arousing a bustling sense of excitement inside of her.

"You still haven't answered my question", she looks up at him, her gaze alternating between his eyes and his lips twisted into a small smirk.

He leans down connecting their lips pushes her against the marble counter.

She brings her hands up locking her arms behind his neck as she tilts her head up allowing his tongue to slip past her lips.

A small gasp escapes her mouth when he presses himself against her.

And just like that, he pulls back.

Georgie looks up, shocked and breathless. Her brain sort of malfunctioning at the loss of touch.

Rafe steps back, his hands leaving her hips.

"What question?".

What?

She gulps taking a second to recall what her thoughts had been before he kissed her memory goodbye.

Oh.

"The one I asked in you in the text. Why are we at the Glissons' house?".

His jaw hardens, eyes growing anxious and somewhat cold.

"I, uhm . . . . my dad, he . . . . doesn't want me home anymore".

His gaze focuses on the walls whilst the confession leaves his lips.

Georgie's stomach drops.

She doesn't know what to say. Or do.

She's always been partial when it came to this little rivalry between the two social sections of the island.

Kooks are rich assholes who have their entire lives sorted out.

Pogues are the hard workers who have to put up with all of life's inevitable shit.

Rafe Cameron is the golden boy of the Kook society.

But the boy standing in front of her isn't golden.

He's not pure, he's not exceptional.

He's just a boy disowned by his father, a boy whose life has always revolved around his father but that same man has now washed his hands off him.

The boy in front of her is broken.

And that confuses Georgie because she's always thought that the cocaine, the drunken fights, the arrests, the attitude was all a product of being born to a family that perhaps gave you everything you asked for, maybe even more.

But now she sees that it was all merely a defence mechanism, a cry for help, a hunger for attention.

He doesn't even need to say a single word about his life for her to decipher him.

It's written all over his face.

In the way he holds himself up straight, an attempt at coming off as unaffected but the slump in his shoulders is unmissable.

The way he refuses to look at her for fear of giving himself away.

She breathes out, her heart tells her to pull him in and kiss him until he finally realises that he has the potential for being better.

For doing better.

But the truth is, she's not sure she believes that herself.

Maybe Rafe Cameron is just rotten underneath and there really is no salvation for people like him.

Maybe he's just enough to distract her from her own troubles, maybe he's just a distraction.

Maybe she just needs to let him drown.

But that doesn't mean that she can't become what he is to her; a distraction.

So, rather than uttering another word she grabs him by his arms pulling him flush against her, their tongues colliding with a never-ending hunger.

She tastes of saltwater taffy, and everything in between, soft and sweet.

Just like honey.

He tastes of imported cherries, a little too sweet for her liking but eventually turns addictive pulling her in with his taste, with the promise of an etheric high.

They stumble on over to the couch, discarding each article of clothing in the process.

Rafe pushes her down on the couch and hovers above her, slowly taking her in.

She lies under him, cheeks tinted a subtle pink breath coming out in small puffs, soft emerald eyes daring him to touch her silk soft skin and devour her right then and there.

Ruin her with his flaming hot touch.

He happily obliges kissing down her body, right between her legs which leaves a tingling awe breezing all over her.

His tongue maneuvers all over her skin, tasting her, coming back for more because goddamn does she taste good.

So sweet, so perfect, all just for him.

Her moans fill the room as his tongue tastes each and every curve, his open mouthed kisses bringing her closer to her high.

"Oh, Rafe".

He groans right against her, tightening his hold on her legs when he feels them beginning to shake with anticipation.

She tugs harder on his hair throwing her head back with every sensation strengthening inside of her.

His mouth brings her to heaven.

But she's not so sure it'll last forever.

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idk what to make of this one, it's been in the works since so long and this is what i came up w??? pathetic tbh 😭