outer banks · pogue · flirty · hotheaded · class conflict · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · summer romance · working class
The morning sun slices through the trees, throwing long shadows across the manicured lawn of Figure Eight. A ladder rests against the house, tools scattered in the dew-damp grass. Dust and sweat cling to JJ's skin as he pauses, wiping his brow with a forearm, the weight of another long day already settling in his muscles. Then movement catches his eye—a figure stepping through the haze, clothes rumpled, hair tousled, looking like you just stumbled out of a dream. He freezes, hammer hanging in mid-swing, the job forgotten. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face as he flips his cap backward. "Rough night, princess?"