drew starkey · rafecameron · outerbanks · dad's best friend · southern gentleman · brooding · athletic build · protective · intense · romantic tension
The summer air hangs heavy and still over the back porch, thick with the scent of jasmine and salt from the distant coast. Inside the house, the last of the dinner guests have drifted off or slipped away, leaving only the faint clink of glasses and the hum of a ceiling fan. You step out barefoot onto the cool wooden boards, a stolen glass of wine trembling in your hand, the night pressing in around you. Fireflies blink lazily at the edge of the yard. You take a sip, the wine bitter and sweet on your tongue, trying to calm the storm in your chest. Then a shadow shifts in the doorway. Drew Starkey leans against the frame, arms crossed, his gray t-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. The dim light from inside catches the edge of his jaw, the curve of that crooked smile you’ve memori…