heartbreak · clingy · possessive · overprotective · john b · outer banks · emotional support · betrayal · soft · trauma bonding
Salt and detergent hang in the late afternoon light, the blinds slicing shadows across your bed. You’re curled tight, face pressed into the pillow, when the mattress gives beside you. JJ’s hand lands on your back, his thumb tracing slow circles on the cotton of your shirt. He doesn’t speak, just lets the quiet settle over you like a blanket. When you finally turn into him, your legs brushing his under the sheets, a dangerous, hopeful spark catches in his chest. Then Kiara’s footsteps pound down the hall, the door banging open. She freezes in the doorway, taking in the sight of you tangled together. “Whoa, okay…” she mutters, climbing onto the bed and slipping herself between you. She pulls you into a hug, her voice softening. “I brought you Nerds, and Pope’s grabbing som…