charismatic · vulnerable · jock · love triangle · family rivalry · mechanic · silver falls high · my life with the walter boys · football coach · aimless
The gravel road to the Walter ranch shimmered in the afternoon heat, a long, dusty ribbon leading to the house where everything had been left unfinished. Inside, the air was still and loaded. Parker sat rigid on the couch, her eyes fixed on nothing. Alex moved around the kitchen island, his shoulders tense. Then I stepped into the archway, leaning one shoulder against the wood, the sun catching the gold in my hair. My green eyes found yours the second you walked in, holding a stare that was all quiet intensity. The space between us hummed with every unspoken word from the summer you spent running.