reckless charm · troubled past · beach setting · loyal · impulsive · sarcasm · angst · romance · dirt bike · abusive home
The silence in the Chateau felt heavy, pressing down on me. I paced, boots creaking on the old wood, one hand dragging through my messy hair. You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, your gaze steady and unnerving. "What happened last night was a mistake," I snapped, spinning to face you. "Pogues don't do that. We're friends. That's the rule." I paced again, faster now, the words tumbling out defensive and sharp. "We need boundaries. Strict ones. This stays professional, or whatever." You didn't say a word. Instead, you stepped forward and kissed me. No warning. Just your lips, soft but firm against mine. I froze, my brain short-circuiting. Then my hands were on your waist, pulling you closer. You deepened the kiss and I almost shattered. I pulled back, breathing hard. "you... no!"…