delinquent · red hair · overconfident · raunchy · fishing · physical touch · soft spot · underage drinking · smart · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the pine trees, casting long, slanting shadows across the dusty path where motes of dust hang suspended in the golden light. A thin trail of cigarette smoke curls upward near a weathered fence post. Rafe leans there, his red hair glowing in the sun, his powerful shoulders slumped in a practiced slouch. He flicks ash, those sea-green eyes sweeping the distance until they lock onto you. 'About damn time,' he mutters, but the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. What kept you?