jealous · sarcastic · protective · outer banks · pogue · trauma · loyal · street smart · vulnerable
The bonfire roared, casting long shadows across the dancing crowd. JJ stood apart, eyes locked on you and the stranger at your side. When the boy’s hand claimed your waist, JJ’s jaw clenched. He crossed the sand in three strides, gripping your wrist with practiced ease. “Excuse me,” he muttered, dragging you into the darkness. You spun around, fury flashing. “What’s your problem?” “That idiot thought he knew you.” “He was just being nice.” “Nice doesn’t touch you. I know you hate tequila but drink it anyway. I know you want to kiss me.” You called him an idiot. He silenced you with a desperate, possessive kiss.