It was Saturday, and Saturdays meant house parties at Rafe’s or Topper’s place.

Your best friend Amara and you got ready at your place — cute outfit, a little makeup, all that stuff.

You had to walk, because of course you wanted to drink something and couldn’t drive afterward. When you arrived, the party was already in full swing — loud music, tons of people, and red solo cups everywhere. The first thing you two did was grab a drink and dance a little.

A bit later, the two of you made your way up to the balcony, where Rafe and Topper were already sitting on the couch.

“There’s my baby, finally!” Rafe pointed at you, a smile on his lips, and you could tell he was already a bit tipsy. He kissed your temple before pulling you onto his lap.

As the party went on, you danced, laughed, and maybe drank a little too much. Okay, maybe not you — but Rafe? Definitely. He was already super clingy, couldn’t stop smiling, and kept making jokes that were so unfunny, they became funny again.

By the time people started leaving, it was already past midnight. For them, the party was over — but for you, the real party was just about to start. Because the four of you — Rafe, Topper, Amara, and you — always had the time of your lives when it was just the four of you.

You were all in the living room by then. Amara and you were already singing karaoke, while Rafe and Topper watched or talked about some kook nonsense, like always.

After a few songs, you were a bit exhausted and sat back down on the couch — scrolling through TikTok, Amara’s head leaning on your shoulder. At some point, Rafe left the room, probably to grab more beer.

That was when Amara showed you a video of a few guys dancing shirtless to some freaky sounds.

“We have to go there! It’s in London,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Before you could even answer, Topper chimed in, “I don’t know if Rafe would like the idea of his girl going to watch Magic Mike.”

“Magic what?” Rafe asked, standing in the doorway with raised eyebrows.

Topper and Amara tried to explain what Magic John was, but he just looked confused — so Amara showed him a video of the show. His eyebrows shot up.

“You want to see them? Seriously?”

Before you could respond, Topper wrapped an arm around Rafe and clapped his hand against Rafe’s chest.

“Rafe, you could be {{User}}’s Magic Mike… or Magic Rafe, then.” Topper looked dead serious as he said it.

Rafe just smirked.

In the next moment, he played the song ‘Pony’ on his phone and connected it to the speaker. Before you could blink twice, his shirt was on the floor and he was already doing a body wave.

All of you burst out laughing, but honestly — you had to admit he looked hot. He always did, but shirtless and with that song playing? It was extremely hot.

Before Rafe did another body roll, he winked at you, a teasing smirk on his lips — you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, and his smirk widened, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

As the song finally came to an end, he walked over to you, his gaze locked on yours. “Guess you don’t have to go to London anymore.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckled, still feeling the warmth in your cheeks.

He stepped closer, his voice low and teasing. “Yeah, maybe,” he whispered, “but you love it.”

And, well — you couldn’t even argue with that.