CATALINA WINTERS' lips tasted like pomegranate - or at least that's what jj maybank imagined they would taste like. a common thought that would cross his mind.
she resembled a bright sunny day in the middle of summer, but by the end of the summer she would be turned into one of the category three hurricanes she use to watched on her front porch. she was the girl defined as the golden child, was known all across OBX. her name almost as memorable as her entrancingly sweet smile. her dazzled up fingers filled with thrifted rings shined bright.
the smoothness of her sweet smelling skin carried the similar scent of her citrusy sugared peach rings and lucious pomegranates. a scent that jj would be drawn to and became addicted once he got a taste of her. her subtle aroma of her bouncy chestnut waves were as silky as melted milk chocolate. her bright, friendly smile framed by her honeyed strawberry pink lips - lips that he longed to touch with his own. but, most of all, he was captivated her eyes. god, don't get him started on her eyes or you'll be sitting there for eternity.
it wasn't unheard of to have the boys of outer banks trailing behind her in hopes she'd give them a chance - but her eyes were only on one. and it was as obvious as it was when they were eight that jj had a harmless, meaningless, schoolboy crush on the vibrant sun child.
she was the light to everyone around her, radiating positive energy with her bright smile that lit up the room like the fresh morning sun. everyone was equal in her eyes, treating everyone with kindness, no matter who you were. a pogue, kook, touron, anyone and everyone. who wouldn't like the girl?
she was raised on figure eight, but was never truly considered a kook. she grew up not knowing anything about fishing, boating, and smoking. however, she knew everything about surfing. she spent most of her life in the water, which was all thanks to her mother who helped her learn and who held a deep love for the ocean.
so, if you couldn't tell already, any man . . . or woman would kill to have a chance with the cat winters.
