sarah cameron · outer banks · wlw · rich girl · kook · loyal · adventurous · complex family · teenage romance · figure eight island
Morning light leaks through the slats of the blinds, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells like sleep and salt and something sweet—your shampoo maybe, mixed with the faint tang of last night's rum. A lone seagull cries somewhere outside, muffled by the window. Sarah stirs first, her head pounding a dull rhythm against her skull. Blonde hair spills across the pillow, and she blinks, slow, piecing together the shape of the room. Her gaze lands on you, still half-asleep beside her. She swallows, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as she reaches out, fingertips ghosting along your jaw. "Hey," she breathes, voice rough. "You awake?"