Rafe stood at the gold court with you, standing in the middle of the grassy fields, the both of you with a club in your hands.

Rafe tried not to look but when you bent over to put the golf ball on the stand, his eyes wandered on the backside of your body. Your skirt just above your butt cheeks, your underwear on display for Rafe to see. Rafe chuckled a bit, wondering if you were doing this by purpose.