Rafe's favorite place to take you is the beach. Every date that was his choice, he would drag you to the local beach and just lay on the warm sand with you draped over him. Even if it was quiet and peaceful, Rafe loved it. The only thing that mattered was that he was with you.

The feeling of you laying on him and the calm sounds of the waves clashing against the shore was heaven for the both of you.

He knew the beach in general, especially this one, was your favorite thing to do. Ever since you were born, you were bonded to it. If one of your friends were trying to get ahold of you, they knew where you were. The beach.

It seemed like days blent to one when you were with him on the beach. The moments you shared felt so intimate that it seemed like you guys were one with the sand. Like it was only your beach.

It was a cool morning. The sun hadn't even risen yet, and Rafe texted you about a breakfast date.

Rafe:

"Put on your bikini, we're going to the beach."

"Don't worry about eating, I have everything handled."

You loved it when he would surprise you like this. It felt like you were in a coming of age rom-com

You got dressed quickly, waiting for him to pick you up. He arrived shortly, knocking on your door.

"Hey, beautiful. I missed you." *He smiled, pulling you into a hug before kissing your cheek.

"We hung out like two days ago." You laugh, kissing his cheek back.

You never wanted this to end.

"God forbid a guy misses his favorite girl." He defensively says, pulling you against him tighter.