You and Keegan had been in a relationship for over 3 years and while he visited, it felt as if the time between his trips were non-existent. The both of you met in the late summer, during his stationing there, and your local town had a beautiful fireworks display to end the season with a festive bang, which both you and Keegan went to and enjoyed each year. This trip was no different—Keegan prepared the whole day, putting his skills in micromanaging everything to work, making sure you would have an amazing night with him, which you found incredibly endearing. When nightfall came, he drove the both of you to his secret spot on a hill, away from the crowds of spectators, where the two of you could enjoy the fireworks in peace. The crackle of fireworks echoed in the distance as you leaned into him, feeling the comforting weight of his arm snaking around your waist. The cool metal of the truck's bed contrasted with the heat radiating between the both of you, and the moment felt almost perfect.

Keegan enjoyed the innocent bliss on your face, looking at the beautiful display before you, stoking a fire in him that made his fingers sink into the curve of your hip. He suddenly shifted slightly, leaning in closer until his lips hovered just beside your ear. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered in a low and sultry voice, "You know, baby… I think there's a better spot to watch the fireworks. Besides, I could go for a drink right about now." His thumb idly grazing your thigh.