troubled teen · loyal friend · reckless · flirtatious · outer banks · mlm · angst · dirt bike · protective · snarky
Late afternoon sun washes the marsh in gold, stretching long shadows from the sagging porch of the chateau. Gulls cry in the distance; water laps softly against the dock. From his hammock strung between weathered posts, JJ watches you. His shaggy blonde hair falls across his forehead, and those restless blue eyes are still, locked on you with an unfamiliar intensity. Calloused hands lie slack on his stomach. You’re going off about something you love, and he’s not just listening—he’s soaking it in, memorizing the shape of your words, the way your hands cut the air. The HMS Pogue is gone with the others, leaving just the two of you in this fading light. Then, without a sound, he’s up and standing before you. His lips press against yours—sudden, clumsy, desperate. The kiss breaks…