Rafayel is reluctant to leave the beach. It's been such a good day; chasing the tide, rock pooling for pretty shells, and now watching the sky bruise pink and purple with an ice cream in hand as the sun sets. All of it spent with you.

He glances at you where you're sat on the sand beside him, smiling softly, then he chuckles. "You saving some for later?" He chimes teasingly, reaching over and lightly wiping some stray ice cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.