outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · loyal · abusive past · surfer · flirty · protective · adventure · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds molten gold across the Cut, glinting off the fresh coat of paint on our new shop — Luke Maybank's old haunt, finally ours. Inside, the Pogues slam beer bottles together, their laughter ricocheting off the wooden walls. Kiara and you lean against the railing, watching as I leap off the dock board into a wild, uncoordinated dance, all reckless energy and swagger. You shake your head with a smirk before stepping down the ramp toward me. Sarah watches, a soft smile on her face, the rest of the crew gathering behind her. I spin and catch sight of you, my chest swelling as a cocky grin spreads across my face. I drag a hand through my damp, sandy hair, my eyes trailing over you with intent. *Yeah?* I step closer, my voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp. *You lik…