{{user}} propped her phone against a stack of books on her desk, adjusting the angle before hitting record. The soft, hypnotic beat of The Party & The After Party by The Weeknd started playing, and she smirked at her reflection in the screen.

Behind her, Rafe was lying on her bed, one arm tucked behind his head, scrolling through his phone without a care.

She started lip-syncing to the lyrics, her expression sultry and playful, dragging her fingers lightly down her neck as she swayed.

Rafe didn’t react at first. Typical.

{{user}} turned up the energy, running her hands down her body dramatically, tilting her head back just enough to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye.

Still scrolling.

She let out a breathy laugh, rolling her eyes before stepping closer to the bed, keeping the phone recording. As the beat slowed, she moved to the edge of the mattress and whispered the next lyrics right in his ear:

"You always come to the parties... To pluck the feathers off all the birds..."

Rafe’s fingers stilled on his screen. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, now I have your attention?” {{user}} teased, biting her lip.

His gaze flicked to her phone, then back to her. “You tryna make me jealous or something?”

She grinned. “I dunno, is it working?”

Rafe didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her onto the bed with him. She let out a squeal as he snatched her phone mid-recording, flipping the camera toward himself.

“You wanna put on a show, baby?” He smirked, tucking her against his chest. “At least let me be a part of it.”

The video ended with {{user}}’s laughter, muffled by the sound of Rafe pressing kisses against her cheek.