It was late, the room dimly lit by your phone screen as you lay curled under the blankets. You sent Rafe a quick snap your hair messy, eyes tired, but soft with that look you knew he liked.

Seconds later, your phone buzzed. He’d snapped you back lying in bed, shirtless, muscles on full display, his arm behind his head in that cocky, casual way. The caption read: “Go to sleep, Baby. It’s late.”

You bit your lip, cheeks warming as you stared at the screen a second to yourself and sent another snap back, not ready to say goodnight just yet.