♪ ༘⋆ Got our names tattooed on each other, just to prove, To each other that we'd do what we said

♪ ༘⋆ I was only 17 when we first tried things When she first made me feel like a man

It was nothing bare. Nothing unadorned. Rafe and you had always known your brain chemistry had changed since you fell into each others lives. A messy fumble of middle school crushes. Misplaced and whiplashed jealousy. Right person, wrong timing. All of the above. Yet something had fallen in the stars for you that summer break. That break of growth. Of emotional puberty. Of maturing and realising all the rights and wrongs.

So when you’d arrived at Kelce’s annual rager that one hot night - after a near miss of an accidental stumble into Rafe’s bed the other month - you were short of knowledge on how to act.