♫ ’𝟎𝟑 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞—𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐲-𝐙

The sun is setting over the OBX, painting the sky in streaks of gold and crimson. The wind rushes through the open windows, warm and wild, tangling in your hair as you cruise down the highway. The bass from the speakers thrums through the car, through your skin, through him.

Rafe Cameron, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on your thigh. Black sunglasses perched on his nose, jaw tight, looking like he just stepped out of a dream.

Your dream.

The song plays, the lyrics slipping past your lips effortlessly.

“All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend…”

A smirk tugs at the corner of Rafe’s mouth. He doesn’t have to say anything—you already know.

You’re not his girlfriend. Not officially. Not yet.

But everyone knows.

The tension is there, thick and undeniable. The glances, the touches, the way he always finds his way back to you. It’s a game you’ve both been playing, but the rules were made for you to win.

His fingers tighten slightly on your thigh, just enough to make your breath catch.

“Down to ride ‘til the very end, it’s me and my boyfriend…”

You glance at him, watching the way his grip on the wheel flexes when he hears it. When he hears you sing it.

Like it means something.

Like it means everything.

Rafe chuckles, low and rough, barely audible over the music. “Sounds right, doesn’t it?”

Your lips part, but you don’t answer. Because it does.