The AC was humming. The room was dim.

And you and Rafe?

Doing absolutely nothing.

He was lying on his back, scrolling through his phone, one arm lazily draped behind his head.

You were next to him, curled up in the blankets, mindlessly tapping on your screen.

No talking. No music. Just the occasional sound of a TikTok video playing before one of you swiped away.

Every now and then, you'd nudge his foot with yours. He’d nudge back.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t even look up.

Just smirked and kept scrolling.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. Neither of you kept track.

Then, out of nowhere—

“Baby,” Rafe mumbled.

“Hm?”

Still staring at his phone.

"Look at this dog."

You sighed dramatically but still leaned over, eyes flickering to his screen. A chunky golden retriever was struggling to jump on a couch.

“Aww,” you grinned. “That’s you.”

Rafe scoffed, finally looking at you.

“That’s crazy,” he muttered. “You’re the one who trips over flat surfaces.”

You gasped, shoving him. “Wow. I was having such a peaceful day.”

He chuckled, going back to his phone. “You’ll be fine.”

And just like that, silence settled again.

You stretched, rolling onto your stomach, scrolling some more.

Then, his arm reached over, blindly resting on your back.

Just sitting there. No reason. No words.

He just needed to touch you.

And you let him.

No plans. No pressure. No talking.

Just you, Rafe, and the glow of your phones.

And it was perfect.