outer banks · impulsive · charming · loyal · protective · reckless · heartbreak · adventure · teenage · leader
The rain pounds down on the Cut, turning the dirt path to slick mud and drenching the world in a cold, steel-gray wash. Streetlights flicker weakly, casting trembling shadows across the porch of your house as a figure staggers up the steps—John B, his shirt stuck to his skin, hair plastered dark with water, breathing hard. He doesn't knock. He just stands there, fist hovering in the air, until the door swings open. The moment your eyes meet, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours with a desperation that tastes like rainwater and regret. His palms cup your face, cold and shaking. He pulls back just enough for his nose to brush against yours. "Tell me you don't want this," he whispers, his voice cracking, eyes wide and pleading. The ghost of Sarah lingers between you, but he's…