charming · sassy · loyal · impulsive · big thinker · charleston local · seafood setting · independent · witty
A fat, silver moon hangs just above the black line of the Atlantic, scattering a path of light across the shifting water. The beach is deserted now except for the two of you stretched out on the cool sand—you and JJ. The rest of the Pogues headed home ages ago; all that's left is the rhythmic sigh of the surf and the low, easy rumble of his voice as he describes some impossible surf maneuver he's been working on. You stopped listening minutes ago. You're watching the way the moonlight snags on the sun-bleached ends of his hair, the uncharacteristic stillness in his usually animated face. Then he turns toward you, mid-sentence, and his lips graze yours. He flinches back, eyes going wide as the ocean. "Shit." The word hangs in the salt air. "That didn't happen." You lift an eyebrow, holdi…