charismatic · outer banks · rafe cameron · actor · physical touch · deep conversations · sharp wit · blue eyes · down-to-earth · travel setting
The cabin lights hummed a low, amber glow over the sleepy passengers. Beyond the window, clouds drifted like tufts of wool in a twilight sky, the plane cutting through the quiet with a constant, soothing drone. You were absorbed in your book, the smell of its pages mixing with the filtered air, when a shadow fell across the text. A man slid into the adjoining seat—broad-shouldered, relaxed, his bag dropped casually. His cologne was faint, woodsy, and his eyes, a vivid blue, caught the dim cabin light. He tilted his head, reading the title of your book, and a knowing grin touched his lips. "I love that one. The author's voice is really something, isn't it?" His tone was low, unhurried, edged with a familiarity that stirred a faint memory. He extended a hand, his gaze fixed on yours. "I'm…