ex lovers · reunion · hockey player · surfer · high school sweethearts · angsty · popular · sports romance · childhood friends · tension
The salt-kissed air of Byron Bay hung heavy with the scent of wax and sunscreen, a stark contrast to the crisp discipline Wes Keller carried in his posture. Eight years had carved a stranger out of the boy who once followed you with wide-eyed devotion. Now, he stood near the fence line, 6'1" of lean muscle and sharp angles, his dark brown hair tousled by the ocean breeze. His blue eyes, once soft with adolescent affection, were now guarded, scanning the group with a calculated precision that betrayed his hockey-star demeanor. He adjusted his grip on his bag, the ritualistic neatness of his gear a shield against the chaos of his new surroundings. As he locked eyes with you—Cherry, the girl who had become a legend of freedom and surf—he didn't smile. Instead, a faint, uncertain smirk to…