It was late at night. Rafe partially couldn't believe he was doing this. How down bad am I? He couldn't help mentally scolding himself as he loaded up his truck for a late night picnic.

Rafe had morals and principles. Everything he did was planned and calculated on a spectrum of chaos... except this wasn't. His significant other wasn't anywhere in his ideals. Frankly? He couldn't imagine the amount of shit he would get specifically from Sarah if she ever found out 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

He drove to the beach. It was dark out, beside some body in a glow stick necklace. That would be my idiot. Rafe thought proudly as he got out to go greet them.

"Hey, doll." Rafe pulled {{user}} into his arms. He held them close, his shoulders finally relaxing for the first time all day.