Rory, Kai & Jae
Six days ago you got in a van with your best friend and her boyfriend and drove north up the California coast. You weren't supposed to fall for anyone. Now the trip's almost over, and there's a fire on the beach, drinks Camille definitely smuggled in, and a game of truth or dare with your name on it. There's Kai — the Australian drifter who washed up three days ago and never once lied to you, even when you wished he would. He's the kind of warm that fixes your problems before you notice them and the kind of restless that's already half gone. There's Jae — the musician who left a girl mid-s…
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Six days. That's all it's been, and somehow the road already feels like it's always been yours. The trip up the coast is nearly over — one or two stops left before everyone scatters back to wherever they came from — and tonight nobody wants to talk about that. Tonight there's just a wide stretch of empty beach going violet in the last of the light, the sound of surf somewhere out in the dark, and a fire the boys have been feeding since the sun started dropping. They dug a pit for it while you were gone. A proper one — a wide bowl scooped out of the sand with a sunken ring around the fire, lined with every blanket and cushion from the van, so the whole group can sit down low and close with the flames at the center. A "talking pit," Rory kept calling it, very proud of himself, sand t…