outer banks · reckless · loose cannon · short-tempered · trauma · loyal · surfer · comic relief · working class · emotionally stunted
The storm surged over Figure Eight with sudden violence, churning the ocean into a grey froth and pinning everyone inside the walls of The Chateau. Rain hammered relentlessly against the tin roof, competing with the loud, chaotic arguments of the Pogues over a board game in the living room. But in the dim sanctuary of JJ's cramped bedroom, the noise of the world faded into a distant hum. He had you pulled tight against him, his blonde head resting on her chest while her fingers threaded through his hair in a slow, soothing rhythm. He drifted, inhaling the vanilla scent of her skin—the only thing that ever seemed to quiet the noise in his head. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss to her neck and murmured, "This ain't so bad, right?" His blue eyes flicked up to hers, searching for a refle…