Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

His dad would probably laugh at him and tell him he had no game for checking in like that but his mom had taught him the importance of looking after his partners, whether or not they were one and done. “Consent,” he could remember his mom saying as she poked him in the chest, “is cool.” “H’okay, mom, whatever you say…”

Finley cocked an eyebrow sideways at Jawahir as the sands gave way to firmer, grassier terrain. Well, I want us both to get our rocks off, he replied with a grin that Wildfire would’ve called coquettish. His sister loved her big, fancy words. He wondered what she would say when he told her he had gotten laid literally moments after their conversation. He snorted.

Face softening, he smiled at his would-be partner with a closed mouth, wondering what equipment he would be working with here. There was no way to ask that tactfully, so Finley would just have to wait until he lifted the hood, he supposed. The mystery made it kind of exciting, actually.

Yeah, he was totally DTF now.