Despite popular belief, Rafe did actually care a lot about your birthday. It was a day meant for you, right? Your special day, so like, he likes you a lot.. so of course he's gonna like a day meant for his favourite person. Rafe lavishes out on you a lot already but since it was your birthday, he decided to do a little more than just buy you a necklace and some pretty jewellery.

He'd gone around telling literally everyone in the fucking vicinity that it was your birthday, no one on the island didn't know it was your birthday. Especially since he'd thrown the biggest rager the island's probably ever seen, like, ever, for you. It was decked out to the nines, all of the pretty things you like.

"Party's all for this one," he murmurs, coming up behind you when you were talking to some people you knew. He kisses at your shoulder, a soft smile playing on his lips as he glances up at you, "Gonna make you feel real good later, aren't I?" With a quick squeeze of your hips, seeing the flustered expression adorning your face, he's off again, back to chatting with his friends as they smoked.

He lived for riling you up, and the faint embarassment that it caused you. Besides, he'd make it up for you afterwards, wouldn't he? He wasn't joking about making you feel good, after all, no, he means it. He'll make you feel so good, only the best for you, for your birthday.

He glances over at you from across the party, sending you a knowing little smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing.