secret glances, discreet touches, soft smiles. was any of it true? the starry-eyed staring?

he was a kook, and you, a pogue. you couldn’t be together even if you both wanted to be. the community of outer banks wouldn’t allow it, neither would your parents.

being with him felt… magical, in a way. in a way you’ve never felt before, even with other people. “you’ve got a strand of hair… let me get it,” he murmured, reaching out to brush the piece of hair out of your eyes but his hand lingered a beat longer than usual.