☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny hated mysteries,
but she was the biggest
one of all in jj's opinion.
UNDER EDITING
a tasting summer novel!
PLOT outer ba...
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Before this year, when was the last time their island had weather this bad? In September?
In the last few months, they'd had hurricanes, storms. It made Sonny's skin crawl thinking about it — awful things happened when it rained in the Outer Banks. Things that ruined lives. Literally. Scooter Grubs, John B and Sarah. If there was rain, there was misfortune.
Needless to say, Sonny didn't have a good feeling about tonight, and not simply because she didn't have a jacket or jumper to keep her dry.
"Lovely weather we're having."
Sonny shot Benji a dark look, unamused.
He shrugged with a slightly sheepish smile, but she didn't really see what there was to smile about. What was remotely amusing about being stood in the rain? And so late at night, too? Sonny didn't get it, really.