𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
Having him here makes me forget that the heat in this metal container is almost unbearable. Having him here makes me forget that we're stuck on a ship that's taking us away from our home. Having him here makes me forget about everything, including our friends who have just left through the tiny opening in the side of this container.
It worked out well, I realise. Sure, it would be fun to be involved in the action, but there's also no one I'd rather be stuck with right now than him. He's sitting down, legs outstretched in front of him as I sit upon a pile of cargo and boxes, admiring him from above.
He's pretty, from any kind of angle, but as he leans back against the side of the container, his eyes closing for a second, I take in all of him as I'm only human after all. Soft hair that I've had the pleasure of touching falls in front of his eyes, some strands sticking to his forehead. Lips firm and slightly parted, and I can't help but smile at the fact that I have kissed them, and I really wouldn't mind doing it again. He swallows, the lump in his throat bobbing, and I suspect his throat is dry from the heat in this damn cage.
Eyes still closed, blue not meeting brown, he speaks, "You're staring."
Yeah, part of me knew that he knew I was staring, and instead of denying it and hiding behind a red face like I always do, I decide to just admit it. "Yeah, I am."
He opens one eye, peering at me. "Hmm."
His eyes close, and I press my lips together, wishing to see both of his eyes stare up at me in the heat of this container.
