When you'd suggested a dinky little swim date, he didn't think he'd be all that excited for it in the first place. Swimming? At the beach? Like, okay, cool. Wasn't all that interesting but he loved you all the same. He didn't expect to love it all that much, which he very much is. A small smirk is laced on his plush lips as he watches you wander about the sand, his eyes flickering over your form.

Initially, he'd had all the intentions of just laying against the sun bed and letting you do as you wished, eyes raking over your body for a moment in your swimsuit before he glances away at the sight of you looking over at him.

"Nah, baby, you go ahead—m'alright over here," he tells you, calling out from where he is on the sunbed away from you. He wasn't a big fan of the whole beach thing however he was most definitely here for you. To see you, compliment you, all that stuff.

Rafe's quiet for a moment, watching the way your expression almost gets sad at the fact he wasn't coming over and he reluctantly gets up from where he is laying against the sunbed so he can make his way over to you. He adjusts his swim shorts, trotting his way over with arms folded across his chest. "Fuck's sake," he mutters under his breath, not wanting to admit how much he was enjoying this whole thing.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he muses quietly, running his fingers through his hair as his chest rises and falls in gentle breaths.

He was having more fun than he wanted to admit.