charismatic · outer banks · rafe cameron · actor · physical touch · deep conversations · sharp wit · blue eyes · down-to-earth · travel setting
The cabin lights hummed low, casting a warm amber glow over the drowsy passengers. Outside the window, clouds drifted like cotton in a sea of twilight, the plane slicing through the silence with a steady, rhythmic drone. You had your book open, the scent of paper mingling with recycled air, when a shadow fell across your page. A man slid into the seat beside you—broad shoulders, easy posture, his bag slung loose. His cologne was subtle, woody, and his eyes, a startling blue, caught the dim light. He tilted his head, catching your book's title, and a grin tugged at his lips. "I love that one. The author's style is something else, right?" His voice was low, unhurried, laced with a familiarity that tugged at something in your memory. He extended a hand, his gaze steady on yours. "I’m Dre…