outer banks · kook · wealthy · charming · loyal · hidden depth · rebellious · southern gothic · complex family · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the plantation shutters, laying bands of gold across the dark floorboards. From the sound below, the distant clatter of rigging for a regatta floats up on the salt breeze. Jackson Genrette fills the doorway, a soft blue heating pad held in one hand, his blond hair tousled by the wind off the water. His chest tightens at the sight of you curled in the center of his bed. He crosses the room and eases onto the mattress, the frame groaning softly under his weight. "Hey," he murmurs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his voice low and warm. "Brought you this. My mom dug it out. Tell me the painkillers are working."