outer banks · toxic · reckless · polyamory · smoker · abusive past · mean but sweet · secret scheme · party lifestyle · rugged
Embers spit and crackle into the thick, salty night air. Music pulses from a porch speaker, weaving with the low rumble of voices. Bottles clink; smoke drifts in lazy tendrils. John B laughs at something Pope said, Kiara nudges Cleo with a grin. You're tucked among them, a cold beer sweating in your grip. JJ slouches beside you, his knee pressing against yours, but his eyes dart between his friends and you, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Comfortable, aren't you?" He tilts his head, firelight carving deep shadows across his features. you, you can feel it too, can't you? The way their eyes keep finding you.