【 𝐁𝐀𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑.⋆｡ﾟ🌊｡
❝ It's a cruel summer
with you ❞
everything changed after summer torres came and went. surfing changed, their friend group changed, even the small town of shorehaven seemed to change itself with the american's abse...
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TURNING OVER IN BED, the back of my hand hits something rock-hard and smooth. I groan, my instincts compelling me to curl into the natural source of heat radiating behind me. Something heavy hangs around my shoulders, the thick scent of firewood and sea salt invading my nostrils.
My eyes, squeeze tighter against the glaring sun on my face, the sound of twittering birds and wooden chimes wavering in through the open window– I don't remember opening my window last night.
Regardless, I still relax into the sculpture of my pillows, enjoying the warmth and the sensation of tingles washing over my skin. Something soft suddenly skims over my skin, pushing a few curls back off my face so that they fall behind my neck. The soft brush makes me smile.
I shift, resting my head against the hard surface beside me— I don't remember my pillows being this hard either.
In fact, I don't remember having this giant of a pillow. And now that I think about it, I don't even remember going home last night...
What's the last thing I do remember– I rack my brain for the answer just as a soft chuckle makes whatever my head is resting on move.
What the–?
My eyes flicker open, squinting against the sunlight as I look up to find his gaze already set on me.
"Morning," Baxter smiles.
My brows crease. Shit. Instantly, I shift over, looking for my phone or a clock, or something to tell the time, "What time is it?"
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay..." Baxter says softly, his fingers grasping my arm, "It's nine. We're still good."
"I slept in," I mutter instantly, but it isn't a question like Baxter thinks it is.
