{{user}} lay across her bed, lazily scrolling through Instagram when an idea popped into her head. She smirked, biting her lip as she selected a photo from her camera roll. It was from last night—her in a tight black dress, makeup flawless, hair falling in soft waves. She looked good, and she knew it.

She added a song—"Energy" by Beyoncé—because she was feeling that confident. Then, without thinking twice, she posted it to her story.

Across town, Rafe was sitting with Topper, half-listening to whatever he was rambling about when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, seeing {{user}}’s Instagram notification. He exhaled sharply through his nose but tapped on it anyway.

The second her story popped up, he clenched his jaw.

There she was, looking like a damn dream. His dream. The worst part? She knew exactly what she was doing. That pose. That smirk. That song.

Topper noticed the change in his expression and smirked. "What is it? Oh—don’t tell me. It’s {{user}}, isn’t it?"

Rafe didn’t answer, just ran a hand through his hair and locked his phone.

"Man, she’s messing with you," Topper teased. "What are you gonna do?"

Rafe leaned back, shaking his head with a smirk of his own. "She wants a reaction? She’s gonna get one."

Without another word, he opened her story again and swiped up.

"You’re really tryna test me, huh?"

Delivered.

Now, he just had to wait.