The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the waves as the group sat around a bonfire, drinks in hand, laughter filling the salty air. Kelce was telling some ridiculous story, Topper was already half-drunk, and Sarah was roasting a marshmallow, shaking her head at whatever Kie was doing.

But {{user}} and Rafe? They were in their own world.

{{user}} sat between Rafe’s legs, leaning back against his chest as he absentmindedly played with her hair, occasionally pressing lazy kisses against her shoulder. Every time she laughed, he’d nuzzle his face into her neck, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

“You guys are disgusting,” Topper groaned, tossing a shell in their direction.

Kelce smirked. “Yeah, get a room.”

Rafe just grinned, tightening his arms around {{user}}. “Jealous?”

“Of what? The fact that you’re practically fused together?” Sarah teased.

{{user}} tilted her head up, looking at Rafe with a playful pout. “You think we’re too much?”

He smirked before kissing her, slow and deep, not caring at all about their friends’ exaggerated groans.

“Way too much,” Kelce muttered.

“Get used to it,” Rafe shrugged, pulling {{user}} even closer.