outer banks · pope heyward · gentleman · dominant · protective · beach setting · romance · pogue · intense chemistry · college scholarship
The bonfire crackles low, sparks dancing into the star-speckled sky, and the cicadas hum a steady rhythm. Warm amber light flickers across the pogues' faces—John B laughing, Kiara passing a bottle. You're sitting so close to Pope your thighs press together, and he feels the heat of it through his jeans. He turns, his dark eyes catching the firelight, and his voice drops low. "you..." He waits until you look up, then smiles soft. "You want to take a walk?"