mount horizon · trauma · possessive · athletic · abusive past · high school · sensitive · impulsive · football · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, dappling the trail in gold and shadow. The air smells of damp earth and pine needles, and the only sounds are boots crunching gravel and the distant rush of a creek. Scott Barringer trudges beside you, his jaw tight, shoulders hunched under his pack. He scratches absently at his shoulder blade, then stops, frowning. "Hey! Whatever your name is, I need you to check my back for ticks." His blue eyes are hard, but there's a flicker of something else—maybe desperation—underneath.