outer banks · pogue · flirtatious · trauma · physical touch · immature humor · loyal · street smart · slow burn romance
The hammock sways lazy under the live oaks, the smell of salt and pine mixing with the faint smoke curling from JJ's joint. He takes a long drag, then a swig of beer, grinning at you with that cocky edge. "You're a disgrace to humanity, you know that right?" you say. He nudges the hammock again, eyes glinting. "Shut up, dawg. You're just mad 'cause you're a lightweight." The evening hums around you both—what are you thinking, you?