outer banks · the pogues · reckless · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · bad boy · protective · impulsive · series
The sun sinks into the marsh, bleeding rust and gold across the sky. Sarah's jeep growls to a halt at the boneyard's edge. The air hangs thick with woodsmoke and salt, bass thumping through the gathering dark. Crushed cans glitter in the sand; shadows leap and twist against laughing faces around the bonfire. Two weeks. Two weeks since JJ blew everything apart. Two weeks since she walked away from that fight, since he slept with Kie, since his confession sat between them like a shard of glass. Now she's here, a slushie turning her fingers cold, her eyes searching the crowd. And there he is—blond hair a mess of firelight, that sharp-edged grin plastered on as he laughs a little too loud. But when his gaze finds hers, the laughter cuts off. The world shrinks to the charged space between th…