{{user}} slid into Rafe’s car, her usual playful grin on her lips. She had chosen a white crop top for the day, one with a delicate bow tied at the front, leaving just a teasing hint of skin visible. Rafe, already behind the wheel, gave her one long look before exhaling through his nose.

“You sure you tied that right?” he asked, reaching out before she could even answer.

{{user}} rolled her eyes but smirked. “Yes, Rafe. I’m not five, I know how to tie a bow.”

He didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in, his fingers expertly undoing the knot just to retie it—this time, pulling it tighter, double-knotting it for extra security.

“There,” he said, satisfied. “Just making sure.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh yeah? Making sure of what?”

Rafe shrugged, starting the car. “That no one else at this damn party gets ideas.”

She laughed, resting her hand on his thigh. “Jealous, Cameron?”

“Protective,” he corrected, smirking as he sped off down the road.