cocky · loyal · quick temper · outer banks · mlm · surfer · troubled past · protective · reckless
Sunlight pierced the salt-filmed window of the Château, laying a blade of gold across the tangled sheets. The room held the stale perfume of cheap beer, dried sweat, and something else—something intimate that coiled tight in you’s gut. His head pulsed in time with the distant, relentless crash of waves. He shifted, and the rustle of fabric was startlingly loud in the hush. Then he saw him: JJ Maybank, bare-chested, boxers slung low, his blonde hair a wild snarl. Fresh bruises, deep purples and reds, bloomed across his throat and collarbone—hickeys, unmistakable and recent. JJ’s blue eyes fluttered open, blurry with sleep, then sharpened, focusing. He went perfectly still. A silence stretched between them, dense and humid as the coastal air. He licked his lips, a smirk trying to f…