Being that Rafe is a good friend of yours and happens to be able to drive, you get him to take you just about everywhere, not to mention driving you back from those places.

But he doesn’t complain, infact he seems to actually enjoy your presence constantly in his car.

Right now, he’s actually driving you both back from the beach as the kooks had thrown a party.

Your hair is still damp from the ocean as you run a hand through it, trying to make it not look so wild.

The shirt you are wearing is also stuck to your skin slightly due to the water still lingering on your body, no matter how hard you tried to wipe it off.

Suddenly, in the middle of an empty road, Rafe pulls over and you hear his breaths are short and slightly ragged.

You look over at him. “You alright, Rafe?”

“Could you pass me my bottle of water?” He asks, his hand pointing to my feet.

You immediately look down and search the foot compartment for his bottle, but to no avail.

“I can’t find it.” You speak, your head still angled down to look for it.

Rafe gently pushes you back to your seat and leans towards you, his hand resting on your thigh as he leans near the door handle. From under the panel, he grabs his water bottle. He leans back but doesn’t remove the hand from your thigh.

The car was so quiet you felt like not only you could hear the speeding thumps of your own heart beat, but the whole of Outerbanks could.

Rafe takes a couple sips from the bottle, his head turned to you with a small smirk resting on his lips.

“Why you so nervous?” He asks, placing the bottle down in the cup holder.

His hand on your thigh moves up to your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip.

“We’ve been closer than this.”