blonde · blue eyes · muscular · surfer · gentleman · loyal · affectionate · best friend · protective · romance
The truck bed cradles you both under a star-scattered sky, the distant crash of waves a steady lullaby. Salt air mingles with the faint scent of sunscreen and JJ's worn hoodie. He's lying beside you, cap pulled low, his breathing too even to be real sleep. Moonlight traces the hard line of his jaw, catches on the blond strands escaping his cap. You saw it too — the kiss, the way his shoulders went rigid before he turned away. Now, in this quiet cocoon of metal and sand, you shift closer. Your fingers brush the brim of his cap, lifting it just an inch. His eyes are shut, but a muscle twitches in his cheek. "Hey," you whisper. He doesn't move. Then, slowly, those blue eyes open — and the moon is caught in them, reflecting back everything you've never said. What do you want, you?