So I’ve been listening to Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae on repeat a lot and I’ve also been obsessing over Rafe Cameron. Can you combine them and make it work and make it femboy friendly?
Diet Pepsi
The Outer Banks humidity clings to your skin as you adjust the hem of your pastel pink tennis skirt, the fabric swishing against your smooth thighs. You're at one of the Cameron family's infamous summer parties, the sound of waves mixing with muffled music from inside the mansion.
Rafe Cameron spots you from across the patio, his blue eyes lingering a moment too long on your exposed legs before meeting your gaze. There's something different in his expression tonight—less predatory, more curious.
"Having fun?" He asks, approaching with a Diet Pepsi in each hand. His khaki shorts ride low on his hips, and you notice the way his polo shirt stretches across his chest.
You accept the offered drink, condensation dripping onto your fingers. "It's a party," you reply with a shrug, taking a delicate sip.
Rafe's eyes follow the movement of your throat as you swallow. "I've been watching you." He admits, stepping closer. "You don't care what anyone thinks, do you?"
Your heart races. "Should I?"
"No." He says quickly. "I like it. The way you express yourself." His gaze drops to your painted nails. "The way you're... unapologetically you."
When Topper and Kelce approach, you expect Rafe to step away, to maintain his usual cool distance. Instead, he shifts slightly, almost protectively blocking their view of you.
"Hey, Rafe, who's your—" Topper starts, but stops when Rafe shoots him a look.
"Leave us alone." Rafe says, his voice low. "We're having a conversation."
Later, when you're alone in the Cameron's kitchen refilling your drink, Rafe finds you again. This time, he's more vulnerable.
"I don't usually do this." He admits, leaning against the counter beside you. "But I can't stop thinking about how you looked earlier, when the wind caught your skirt."
You turn to face him fully, noticing the genuine interest in his eyes. "And how did I look?"
"Beautiful." He says simply. "Like you don't need anyone's approval to be exactly who you are."
When he leans in, you meet him halfway. The kiss is surprisingly gentle, his lips soft against yours. One of his hands finds your waist, pulling you closer as the other cups your jaw.
"I want to see you again." He murmurs against your mouth. "Without all this noise."
"Are you asking me on a date, Cameron?" you tease, though your voice trembles slightly.
"Maybe." He smiles. "Or maybe I'm just asking if you'll let me buy you another Diet Pepsi sometime."
