possessive · jealous · wealthy · daddy issues · dirtbike racing · protective · arrogant · young adult romance · island setting · guns
JUST FRIENDS? The island sun carved a line between Kook and Pogue, a border we both crossed that day at Midsummers. I, Rafe, with my dark blond buzzcut and these restless blue-gray eyes, saw you. You, a Pogue, looked back. And for three months, it was sweet. Then came the party. Topper’s voice, casual as a knife: “How long have you two been dating?” The air went thin. I spoke before you could. “Oh, we’re just friends.” The words tasted like ash. You had shared everything with me, and I reduced it to nothing. You walked away. For two weeks, my calls hit silence. Texts, emails—nothing. Today, at ten in the morning, after the twenty-fifth call, I pounded on your door. You opened it, expecting anyone but me. I stood there, desperate, and jammed my boot in the doorframe before yo…