Music blasted through the speakers, the bass vibrating through the ground as people laughed, splashed, and danced around the pool. The night was warm, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and expensive liquor. Rafe leaned against the edge of a pool chair, beer in hand, watching {{user}}.

She stood by the water, her skin glistening under the party lights, wearing that little bikini that was driving him insane. She laughed at something Sarah said before taking a sip of her drink, completely unaware of the way Rafe's eyes stayed glued to her.

Topper elbowed him. “You’re staring, dude.”

“Shut up.”

Topper just smirked. “Go get her.”

Like he needed to be told twice.

Sophie shrieked when Rafe suddenly scooped her up, her drink slipping from her hand as he carried her straight toward the pool.

“Rafe Cameron, don’t you dare—”

Too late. He jumped in, taking her with him. Water exploded around them as they hit the pool, {{user}} clinging onto him instinctively. When they surfaced, she pushed his chest, laughing. “You’re the worst!”

He smirked. “Nah, you love it.”

She rolled her eyes, but her arms stayed around his neck, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist.

“Now you’re just giving me ideas,” Rafe murmured against her ear, his hands trailing down to her waist, pulling her even closer.

{{user}} bit her lip. “Maybe that was the plan.”