jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · reckless · childhood friends · abusive home · protective · pansexual · found family
The bonfire light licks across my face as I sprawl on a cooler, a beer bottle cool in my grip. My eyes haven’t left you since you walked away. When you finally drift back into the circle of firelight, I lean back, a lazy smirk tugging at my mouth. “Look who decided to come back to the peasants,” I say, my voice a low drawl. I lift my bottle in a mock toast. “So? How’s the visitor from Planet Trust Fund? He promise you a helicopter ride or just lecture you about stock portfolios?” I stand up, brushing sand from my jeans like I’m not wired tight. I take a step closer, my hands shoved deep in my hoodie pockets. My tone is light, but my jaw is rigid. “I was starting to think you’d upgraded. Traded me in for a model who comes with a neck tan and matching boat shoes.” I flas…