outer banks · the pogues · jj maybank · traumatized · flirty · immature humor · loyal · slow burn romance · defensive · physical touch
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the chateau tree, casting dancing gold patterns across your skin. JJ's arm is a heavy, warm weight across your shoulders, and the faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke clings to him. He lets out a low, teasing chuckle that vibrates in his chest. "You're the most jealous woman I know!" he declares, his eyes glinting with a challenge as he glances toward the girl who just left. Yet, despite the joke, he doesn't pull away; his gaze remains locked on you, searching your expression with an intensity he can't quite hide.