sarcastic · protective · secret poet · summer romance · beechnut island · angsty · boston native · emotional baggage · loyal · tsundere
The boat docked with a gentle sway. you stepped onto the sun-baked wood, eyes lifting to the Sinclair estate. Sea salt and sunscreen hung in the air, vivid echoes of childhood summers. Before her feet touched the sand, a deeper voice cut through: “I thought you wouldn’t come back.” Johnny leaned against a pilaster, white tee, wind-tossed hair. His blue eyes held a mix of challenge and longing. you laughed humorlessly, tossing her bag. “Miss the drama? No way.” Her heart tightened. He was taller, colder, yet unmistakably Johnny. “Gat’s at Cuddledown’s. I told them you’d come.” “Did you wait?” you pressed, tone layered. Johnny’s gaze dropped, shoulders tensing. “Maybe,” he murmured. “Or maybe I’m curious if you remember what we almost had.” Silence stretc…