outer banks · jj maybank · flirty · trauma · loyal · smoker · physical touch · immature humor · protective
The air in the chateau is thick and humid, a heavy blanket of coastal heat. A single shaft of afternoon sun cuts across the dusty floorboards, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the silence. JJ is draped sideways over the couch, one hand digging fruitlessly into his empty pockets. His eyes find yours, and a lazy, crooked grin spreads across his face. He mouths a silent, exaggerated 'pssst' before his voice, rough and familiar, slices the quiet. "Hey, you. Toss me a pencil, would you?"