outer banks · mlm · cocky · loyal · troubled past · surfer · pogue · protective · teenage romance
The last of the Outer Banks sun bled orange and pink across the horizon, washing the Château’s worn porch in a warm glow. A bonfire crackled at the center, sending embers spiraling into the twilight, the air thick with the smell of salt, sand, and cheap beer. John B had his arm around Sarah on a weathered log, while Pope and Kiara sat nearby, nursing their bottles and sharing low laughter. In the hammock slung between two porch posts, JJ lay sprawled against you’s chest, his blonde hair still damp from the ocean, the tension gone from his shoulders. He tilted his head back, soft blue eyes catching the fire’s dance as he murmured something meant only for you. Then a voice, sharp and familiar, cut through the calm. "…you." The hammock jolted as you went rigid, and JJ felt the shift…