arrogant · sarcastic · enemies with benefits · wealthy heir · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · electric guitar · secret vulnerability · profane · summer
The briny sea air does nothing to soften the scowl etched on Ronan Vale’s face as he hunches over a beach bar stool, a sweating bottle of cheap beer gripped in his hand. He despises this—the relentless sun, the grating laughter, the grit of sand everywhere. But most of all, he loathes the sight of the confident stranger now leaning into Sloane’s space, all easy smiles. A corrosive jealousy, hot and sharp, coils in his stomach. Jude nudges his shoulder, voice low. "You’re about two seconds from committing a felony, man." Sloane chooses that moment to glance over, a slow, knowing smirk curling her lips. She sees the storm in his eyes. She’s provoking it on purpose. Ronan takes a bitter swallow, his gaze fixed on the interloper like a target.