no strings attached - rafe cameron

chapter four.

"I-I'm so sick of being a disappointment to my dad, i-it's like I can't do anything right." I expressed.

"Welcome to the club." She laughed and I looked over at her, not understanding what she meant by her comment. "I'm sorry, continue." She now said once she saw my confused face.

"I mean, everything's always my fault, right? A-And my sister, it's never her fault. She's a fucking princess a-and I'm just sick of it. I-I can never seem to satisfy my dad and it's so frustrating. I don't know what to do." I sighed. I didn't know what else to say besides the fact that my sister was practically perfect and no matter how hard I tried, my dad wanted nothing to do with me.

"Pull over." Was all Scar said and I looked over at her confused again before she motioned towards the side of the road. I did as she said, pulling over to the side of the road. I had no idea why she was having me do this. "It's not your fault, okay?" She said softly as she now turned her body towards me. "I know it probably feels like your fault, and it feels like you can't do anything right, but you're trying your best, Rafe. If your dad can't see that you're trying your best, then it's his fault, not yours."

She spoke so softly, it sent chills down my spine. Her words seemed to comfort me in a way I've never felt before. Though she had no idea what my father and I have been through, she was right. If my dad can't see that I'm trying my best, then it's his fault, not mine.

"I-I try so hard." I told her, my voice cracking. I felt a lump form in my throat from how upset this made me and I instantly looked away from her, trying so hard not to cry. I didn't want to cry, especially in front of her. I was more of a man than that.

"Hey," Scar whispered. She leaned over the center console of the truck and gently placed her hand along my jaw, directing my face towards her which led to us now make eye contact. "You're gonna be okay." She softly nodded. "If it makes you feel any better, I know how you feel. Trust me."

When she said that, I couldn't help but wonder what she was talking about. How could she possibly know how I felt?

"You do?" I asked her after a few seconds of studying her face.

"I do, Rafe. But that's a story for another time." She said as I felt her fingertips gently glide against my jaw. "Things will get better, I promise."

Between her gentle touches on my face, and our faces being merely inches apart, our soft tones toward each other, and the fact that she was listening to me, I couldn't help but feel some type of way.

She was so insanely gorgeous, and the fact that I was able to secure a type of relationship with her that no one else had made me feel so empowered.

I had yet to be this close to her and as I took in every inch of her beauty, I couldn't help but crave to feel her lips against mine. I looked down at her full lips that seemed so soft. I felt myself slowly lean in, and soon enough, my lips were pressed against hers, and for a split second, I felt an electrifying sensation run down my spine.

Scar pulled away after a second and my eyes opened, not expecting her to pull away. "Rafe," She breathed and I saw her eyes dart back and forth between my eyes. I waited for her to say something else to stop whatever was about to happen. I saw a slight grin on her face before she gently crashed her lips back into mine and God, I loved the way her lips felt on mine.

Our lips continued to dance together as if we've both been craving this, despite knowing each other for all of three days. It had been so long since I felt someones lips against mine, and now that her lips were finally on mine, I could feel myself melting into her.

I leaned into her more, placing my hand along her jaw as her ear was in between my fingers. My tongue gently brushed her lips, asking to enter. I wanted to taste every inch of her. And almost instantly, her lips spread apart in the kiss, my tongue now reaching for hers.