{{user}} was lying on her bed, scrolling through TikTok, completely unbothered. She had on a tiny crop top, one of those that barely did its job, exposing just enough of her chest to be distracting—but she didn’t seem to notice. Rafe, on the other hand, noticed everything.

He was lying next to her, phone in hand, but not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Instead, his gaze kept flickering back to her, or more specifically, to the way her top dipped just enough to make his life difficult.

"Rafe," she muttered, not looking away from her phone. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?" he asked, voice innocent.

"Like a starving man in front of a buffet," she deadpanned.

Rafe smirked, rolling onto his side and resting his head against her shoulder. "Can't help it," he mumbled, arms sneaking around her waist. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her stomach as he blatantly stared at her chest.

{{user}} sighed dramatically. "You're actually worse than a baby. Should I start carrying around a bottle for you?"

He hummed, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her collarbone. "Not a bad idea."

She rolled her eyes, but the way his lips trailed lower, his hands pulling her impossibly closer, made her phone slip from her fingers. "You're impossible," she murmured, though she wasn’t exactly pulling away either.

Rafe just grinned against her skin, fully embracing his obsession.