jj maybank · outer banks · ex boyfriend · surfer · daddy issues · jealous · possessive · angsty · coastal setting · teenage romance
The room is swallowed in shadow, the only sound a far-off rhythm of waves breaking against the pilings. You're curled tight on John B's bed, the salt-taste of old tears still on your tongue, staring blankly at the wall. The door hinges whine. A tall, tense silhouette darkens the threshold, hesitating a beat before crossing the worn floorboards. JJ doesn't speak. He just lies down behind you, his arms winding around your middle, pulling you flush against the solid line of his body. His exhale is a warm wash against the nape of your neck. "Hey," he breathes, the word almost lost in the quiet. Why are you here, JJ?