{{user}} twirled in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of her new dress before stepping out of the bathroom. Rafe was sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through his phone, looking up the second he heard her footsteps.

“Alright, Cameron,” she said, striking a playful pose. “Are you ready to witness greatness?”

Rafe smirked, tossing his phone aside. “I was born ready, baby.”

She strutted toward him in a sleek black dress that hugged her just right. “Thoughts?”

His eyes darkened as he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. “My thoughts are—cancel any plans that require you wearing that in public.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Next outfit,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

She disappeared into the bathroom, emerging moments later in an oversized hoodie and biker shorts. “This is my ‘running errands but still cute’ fit.”

Rafe tilted his head. “I like it. Very stealable.”

“Stealable?”

“The hoodie,” he clarified. “I’m taking it.”

She gasped. “Absolutely not.”

“We’ll see about that,” he murmured, reaching for her waist as she dodged him with a laugh.

One outfit after another, Rafe reacted the same way—cocky comments, lingering stares, and the occasional attempt to pull her onto his lap. By the time she was down to her last piece—a lacy set she bought just for fun—she hesitated before stepping out.

“Okay, last one…” she called, peeking through the door.

Rafe arched a brow. “Why do you sound hesitant?”

She sighed dramatically. “Promise not to be a menace?”

“Nope.”

She stepped out anyway, and the second Rafe saw her, his jaw clenched. His playful demeanor shifted instantly, eyes roaming over her slowly.

“{{user}}.” His voice was low.

“Hmm?” she teased, biting her lip.

“Come here.”

She giggled, turning on her heel. “And that concludes today’s fashion show—”

Before she could finish, Rafe was already off the bed, closing the distance between them.