enemies to lovers · jealous · surfers · beach setting · poor rich dynamic · best friend's crush · daddy issues · flirty · troublemaker · angsty
The bonfire crackles against the dark expanse of the beach, salt and woodsmike tangling in the cool night air. This is my party—John B and the rest of the Pogues are already here, laughing somewhere behind me. Then headlights cut through the dunes. Your brother’s truck rolls to a stop, and you step out. A short black dress, a slit riding up your right thigh. Firelight dances over your skin, and I have to look away, my jaw clenching hard enough to ache. “Hey John B,” I mutter, turning my back to you, to the sight of you. Why do you always have to show up and ruin everything?