It was {{user}}’s birthday, and the mansion was buzzing with energy. Friends, family, and laughter filled the large living room. The music played softly in the background, but everything changed when Rafe Cameron, {{user}}'s boyfriend, took over the DJ booth.

{{user}} was sitting with Sarah, Rafe’s sister, and her best friend. The conversation was light, filled with laughter and memories.

"So, what's it like living with Rafe? Is he really as wild as people say?" Sarah teased.

{{user}} smiled. "You have no idea. But it’s not all bad. He has his moments."

Then, the unmistakable opening line of "Birthday Sex" by Jeremih blasted through the speakers: “It’s your birthday, so I know you want to ride out.”

{{user}}’s eyes widened, and she laughed. "No. He didn’t."

Sarah looked around, confused. "What’s going on?"

Sure enough, Rafe was at the DJ booth, smirking, clearly proud of his choice. He locked eyes with {{user}}, his grin mischievous. The song continued to play, its beat filling the room.

{{user}} sighed, shaking her head but unable to hide a smile. "Of course he had to do this."

Sarah laughed. "I don't know if I should be impressed or embarrassed."

Rafe made his way over to {{user}}, his arm wrapping around her waist. "It’s your birthday, babe. Perfect song, right?"

{{user}} rolled her eyes but felt a warm rush in her chest. Despite the cheeky song choice, everything felt right. Surrounded by loved ones, in a home with Rafe by her side, this was a birthday to remember.

As the beat dropped, the room vibed with the song. {{user}} leaned into Rafe, whispering with a smirk, "You're lucky I love you."

Rafe kissed her forehead, eyes full of mischief. "Happy Birthday, babe. Let’s make it unforgettable."