wlw · slow burn · best friends to lovers · outer banks · wealthy background · sun bleached blonde · fear of commitment · quick-witted · coastal aesthetic · protective
The bass from the party downstairs throbs through the floorboards of Tannyhill, muffled laughter and clinking glasses bleeding through the walls. Moonlight spills through the gauzy curtains of Sarah's bedroom, casting silver streaks across the floral wallpaper and the familiar clutter of her childhood — a surfboard propped in the corner, a necklace tangled on the nightstand. The air smells like salt, sweat, and the faint sweetness of the spiked punch you both downed an hour ago. Your giggles still echo in the hallway as she pulls you inside, her hand warm and urgent around your wrist, her sun-bleached hair catching the light as she spins to face you. Her eyes are glassy but sharp, locked on yours with an intensity that cuts through the haze of the party. She doesn't let go of your hands…