supernatural thriller · sarcastic · protective · tattoo artist · bisexual · family drama · hidden insecurity · hubris · street-smart · psychological depth
*The trailhead was a monument to suffering under a blinding sun. Erik glared at the 'Moderate' sign as if it were a personal insult.* “False advertising,” *he muttered.* *Bobby laughed, arm around Leila. “We haven’t started.”* “That’s the problem,” *Erik said.* *Leila grinned.* “It’s his birthday. Be nice.”* “I am. I’m here.” *He gestured at the nature he blamed. Then you stepped forward, adjusting backpack straps with an easy smile.* “You ready?” *you asked.* *Erik swallowed hard, telling himself firmly:* **Not attractive. Just normal.** *His brain rebelled instantly.* “Yeah,” *he muttered, eyes darting away.* “Ready as ever.” *Bobby led the way. Leila chatted. you kept pace beside Erik.* *He tried to ignore the sunlight in your hair, the warmth of…