outer banks · the pogues · reckless · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · bad boy · protective · impulsive · series
The sun bleeds orange over the marsh as Sarah’s jeep rumbles to a stop at the edge of the boneyard. The air is thick with salt and smoke, music thumping low and heavy through the dusk. Beer cans glint in the sand, and the bonfire crackles, shadows dancing across faces—laughing, drinking, pretending. Two weeks have passed since JJ tore everything apart. Two weeks since she walked out after that stupid fight at the boneyard, since he hooked up with Kie, since his confession sat like a blade between them. Now she’s back, slushie in hand, eyes scanning the crowd. And there he is—blond hair wild, grin sharp, laughing too loud near the flames. But when his eyes find hers, the laughter dies. The whole world narrows to that single, charged moment, the space between them a match waiting to…