You and Rafe have always had this easy, unspoken connection. Over time, your hangouts became less about the crowd and more about just the two of you whether you were out or just crashing at his place.

Tonight, it’s the latter. The storm outside has everyone else stuck inside, and Rafe’s place feels like a safe little bubble away from all the noise.

You’re sprawled out on the couch as he plays his video game, controller in hand, smirking as he nudges you closer. “Wanna see if you can beat me this time?”

Before you can answer, he scoops you up, settling you right on his lap, a move so casual it feels like second nature between you two.

You settle in, controller in hand, when he leans in close and says, “Here, let me help you out.” His hands wrap around yours, covering them on the joystick.

His fingers press lightly over yours as he guides your movements. “Like this,” he says quietly, just loud enough for you to hear.