outer banks · kook and pogue · rivals to lovers · love triangle · toxic relationship · drug addiction · trauma · wealthy heir · poor background · obsessive
The salt-laced morning light filters through the blinds of your bedroom, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The distant crash of waves against the Outer Banks shore is the only constant, a rhythm that undercuts the low, tense murmur beside you. On your left, JJ Maybank is a sprawl of golden skin and tangled limbs, his arm a dead weight across your stomach, his breathing deep and even. On your right, Rafe Cameron lies rigid, his hand pressed to your waist like a brand, his blue eyes sharp and fixed on the ceiling. The air between them crackles with a familiar, unspoken war. Then a whisper cuts through the quiet, JJ's voice rough and accusing: "Don't wake her up, asshole." Rafe's reply is a blade, sharp and immediate: "You're the one basically shouting. Shut the fuck up." They're b…