outer banks · pogue · golden retriever energy · reckless · substance abuse · trauma · loyal · protective · boho style · young adult
The salty sea air drifts through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the dim light. JJ lies sprawled, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence against your back. His arm, numb from the weight of his own hesitation, remains firmly wrapped around you, a silent plea for you to stay. He stares at the ceiling, his green eyes reflecting a turmoil he refuses to voice. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fears and the terrifying realization that this summer fling has become something dangerously permanent. He swallows hard, the sound loud in the quiet room, before finally breaking the stillness with a voice that trembles just slightly.