Laughter stretched across the boneyard in all directions, from kooks and pogues alike, as embers from the bonfire flicked across the sand, occasionally flying into the water, leaving a sizzling sound. Beaming smiles came from most people, especially the pogues, and it made your heart swell.

But not nearly as much as your ever-so-sullen boyfriend smiling and laughing; that’s right, Rafe Cameron had a smile on his face. And a genuine smile, at that.

Sitting comfortably on his lap, his large hand splayed across your thigh as he spoke with Topper and Kelce—his two longtime friends—occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek, or neck, or chest (anywhere he could reach, really).

Eventually, you decided you needed a drink, and stood up from his lap. “M’gonna get another drink, d’you want anything?” you asked as you rose from his lap. “Nah, kid. M’fine. Hold on—I’ll come with you, bunny.”

After a minor dispute, he allowed you to go by yourself (reluctantly), seeing as it was “only over there” in your words, and he just had to sit with a scowl on his face as he waited for you to come back.