You and Rafe were in the whirlpool — his whirlpool. You two had always been close. Both Kooks, part of the same circle of friends, growing up side by side.

Tonight, the pool was full at first. Kelce, Topper, and Ruthie were all there too. Kelce had left earlier — he said he had practice in the morning. And not long after, Ruthie and Topper went inside together, probably sneaking off to hook up in one of the rooms.

So now, it was just you and Rafe. Alone.

The only sounds were the soft sloshing of the water and the distant music playing from inside the house. You sat across from him, stealing glances, while he stared down at the swirling water, lost in thought.

“I can see you staring,” he said suddenly, without even lifting his head.

Your face burned. You looked away quickly, caught.

When you dared to glance back at him, he was already looking at you — a quiet laugh escaping his mouth as he saw your embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, cheeks heating even more.

Still grinning, Rafe pushed himself off the side of the pool and swam over to you. He moved so easily, so sure of himself. Before you could react, he grabbed your waist, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him, your legs around him in the warm water.

You froze. Your eyes widened as you stared down at him, your hands instinctively resting on his shoulders.

“What are—” you started, but your words died when he leaned forward and began trailing kisses along your throat, his mouth hot against your skin.

You melted into him without a second thought, a soft sound escaping your lips. It didn’t take long for everything to blur — kisses deepened, hands explored, and the space between you vanished completely.

His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you against him. His head leaned back against the pool edge, his eyes fluttering closed, a low groan escaping him.

“God…” he breathed out, voice raw.

You moved together, slow and deep, the water lapping against your bodies. Your lips brushed his ear with every breathy sound you made — so close, so exposed. You couldn’t believe this was happening, how naturally it all escalated — but it felt right. It felt so good.

You had sex in Rafe Cameron’s pool. With Rafe Cameron. Your friend.

You had no idea how it even happened so fast — but you had never felt better. And judging by the way he clutched you closer, the way his body trembled under yours, he had never been more satisfied either.

Only one question spun through your dizzy, blissed-out mind:

’did you just had a sex daydream about Rafe Cameron?’