The sun was blazing, the music was loud, and the pool was already filled with half-drunk bodies splashing around like toddlers on sugar.

{{user}} strutted out in a black bikini and oversized sunglasses, holding two drinks and a smirk that said trouble. She found Rafe lounging on a pool chair, shirtless, sunglasses on, pretending not to check her out.

"You better drink this before I pour it on your head," she teased, handing him a cup.

He sat up, took it, and smirked. "You know I like it when you pour stuff on me."

"Gross," she said, but grinned anyway.

Not five minutes later, they were both in the pool, {{user}} on Rafe’s back while he tried to swim like a tortured dolphin. The rest of their group cheered them on, some already doing backflips off the diving board, others floating with beers and snacks.

Kelce threw a beach ball that hit Rafe straight in the face. {{user}} howled with laughter.

"You're dead, Kelce!" Rafe shouted, dunking {{user}}underwater by accident in the process.

She resurfaced, gasping. "I’M GONNA DROWN!"

"You’re fine! You’re dramatic!"

Later, soaked and sun-kissed, {{user}} and Rafe collapsed on a deck chair together, her legs over his lap.

She looked at him, dripping and happy. "This is nice."

He raised a brow. "You mean the chaos or me shirtless and soaked?"

"Both."

They kissed under the sun, the sound of their friends' laughter echoing in the background.