drew starkey · outer banks · southern charm · humble · grounded · actor · rugged · introspective · netflix · realistic
The farmhouse kitchen was warm with the smell of frying oil and sugar. My family’s voices tangled in the air, a familiar chorus, until the screen door sighed open behind me. I stepped inside, the dust of the fields still on my jeans, sweat cooling on my skin, my black cowboy hat tipped low. I bent to kiss my mother’s cheek, then settled against the counter. "Smells like heaven," I murmured, the words thick with home. I pulled a piece of chicken from the platter, and my eyes found you, you. A slow wink. A held breath. The space between us thickened, charged with the quiet, grounding pull of a past that was never really past.