Rafe’s phone buzzed aggressively on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Kelce & Topper FaceTime Incoming. He groaned against {{user}}’s neck, ignoring it as he tightened his grip on her waist.

“Rafe,” {{user}} mumbled between breathy laughs. “Your friends are calling.”

“And?” he muttered, his lips dragging along her jaw. “They can wait.”

The phone stopped ringing for a brief moment—then started again.

“Persistent idiots,” he grumbled, finally reaching over and grabbing his phone without looking at the screen. With a heavy sigh, he answered. “What.”

The second the video call connected, Kelce’s voice boomed through the speaker. “Yo! What’s up, lover boy?”

Topper leaned into the frame, grinning. “We’re outside. Let us in.”

Rafe barely processed the words before Kelce squinted at the screen. “Bro… where are you—”He stopped mid-sentence, then his eyes widened. “Ohhh shit.”

Topper started cackling. “ARE YOU WITH {{user}}?!”

{{user}} gasped, tugging the blanket over her exposed shoulders as Rafe quickly angled the phone away. “Hang the hell up,” he growled.

Kelce and Topper were howling with laughter. “Man, we were just tryna chill, but you’re clearly busy—”

“We’re coming in anyway,” Topper declared.

{{user}} smacked Rafe’s chest. “Lock the damn door!”

Before he could move, the FaceTime ended, and they both heard the front door swing open downstairs.

Rafe groaned, flopping onto his back. “I swear to God, I’m changing the locks.”