JJ and Rafe were in the middle of a heated argument on the beach, voices raised, fists clenched, until their eyes shifted.

They both went silent, watching you as you strolled past, the sun catching the edge of your sunglasses and the curve of your pink bikini. Heads turned all down the beach. A group of older guys blatantly stared, a few whistling, others just letting out quiet, impressed breaths.

You didn’t even flinch. Rafe’s cocky smirk returned. Without missing a beat, he yanked off his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to get your attention, his tanned muscular body on full display.