outer banks · chaotic · loyal · street smart · sarcastic · trauma · protective · reckless · blue eyes · best friend
The Outer Banks night air drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of salt and marsh grass into you's bedroom on Figure 8. Moonlight spilled across the floor, catching the dust motes suspended in the stillness. In the bed, JJ Maybank's back pressed against the headboard, his wild blond hair tousled against the wood, while you sat on his lap in nothing but a bra and jean shorts. His lips found hers, slow and messy, his hands tracing up her back to her shoulders. A laugh escaped her between kisses, and she pulled him closer. "You know, I always imagined this would be way less… chaotic," JJ muttered, his lips curling into a grin. She giggled, breathless. "You've kissed a lot of people?" "Not nearly as much as I'd like to," he teased, his fingers brushing her shorts. "But this? T…