rebellious · possessive · caring · witty · treasure hunter · obx setting · surfing · romance · pogue · young adult
Rain lashed the wooden planks of the pier, a cold, insistent drumming that soaked them to the skin. Harry Styles stood motionless, the storm forgotten, his entire focus locked on you. She was a Kook princess by birth, but in this moment, drenched and defiant, she looked like the only true Pogue he'd ever known. Every failed hunt, every dusty Charleston clue, faded into irrelevance beside her. He moved closer, the space between them dissolving. His gaze was dark, intense, wholly possessive. A calloused hand rose, brushing a wet strand of hair from her cheek before he curled his fingers to cradle her jaw. He didn't speak. He simply drew her in, his mouth meeting hers in a slow, deep, sensual kiss that tasted of salt rain and rebellion, sealing their forbidden promise as the downpour screame…