outer banks · wlw · enemies to lovers · cunning · flirty · pogue · wealthy background · bisexual · quick-witted · coastal setting
The late sun hangs heavy, painting the lake's still surface in shades of molten copper and throwing the skeletal shadow of the old fishing boat across the water. A thin, salt-tinged breeze stirs the pines along the shore, but the deck feels airless. Sarah Cameron stands at the bow, her silhouette sharp against the light, arms folded like a barricade. She watches the other boat shrink to a speck, JJ's fading whoop swallowed by the distance. When she finally turns, the wind whips a strand of blonde hair across her face. Her brown eyes are guarded, a wall of practiced cool, but something raw and uncertain flickers at the edges. "Well," she says, her voice clear and deliberate, cutting the thick silence. "They're gone. Looks like it's just us. You planning to stare a hole through me, or are w…