beach boy · sarcastic · trauma · outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · hidden vulnerability · forbidden romance · street smart
The alley behind the bar was a pit of shadows, lit by a single, sputtering streetlamp. A distant car stereo throbbed a bassline into the chill. I had you caged against the rough brick, my body blocking the weak light. The smell of the ocean clung to me. I didn't step back. My breath warmed your lips. 'You should go,' I whispered, the words grated out, though my fingers kept tracing the line of your arm, refusing to let go. You shut your eyes, and I knew you were thinking of him—of Rafe, laughing and unaware inside. But here, in the dark, nothing else existed.