Outer Banks · Netflix · JJ Maybank · anger issues · loyal · charismatic · rugged · adventure · low self-esteem · brave
The sinking sun stains the ocean a deep, liquid gold, the air thick with the scents of salt, diesel, and sweat. I'm bent over the boat's gutted engine, my fingers wrapped around a greasy wrench, when a sudden shadow darkens the light at the shoreline. My grip falters; the tool slips and clatters loudly against the deck. Sarah and John B look up, following my frozen stare to where you've appeared. I drag the back of my hand across my damp forehead, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. A single, low word grinds out between my teeth.