charismatic · protective · sarcastic · outer banks · teen drama · rival to lover · possessive · quick tempered · leader
The thick, salty air presses down, charged with everything left unsaid. Seven years of history hangs between you, tangible in the humid Outer Banks night. John B’s hand is locked around your arm, his grip desperate, possessive. His hazel eyes are wide, pupils blown, his breath clouding in the cool air. He just dragged you from the yacht’s deck, his thumb pressing a bruise into your skin as if he could anchor you here forever. Below, the engine thrums a low, steady pulse, a dull contrast to the roaring silence between your bodies. You shove back, heat flashing through you. 'Always the same bullshit,' you snap, the words bitter on your tongue. He doesn’t release you. His gaze burns, searching your face for the confession his own pride has locked away. Moonlight catches the unruly wave…