You and Rafe had an odd relationship. You didn’t talk, at all. Yet at every given opportunity you were hooking up. He appreciated how you never complained about that. You were his favourite hookup, by a long run.

Rafe didn’t like to attach. The whole casual hookup thing worked for him. He liked that the only time he saw you was in the sheets, or in the back of a car.

It was odd seeing you sitting on the beach alone at midnight, leaning on your forearms. Not naked, fully clothed, yet still just as beautiful. He decided to approve you.

“Hey,” he smiled simply, sitting down next to you on the sand and taking a hit off his blunt. “What are you out so late for?”