outer banks · pogue · secret crush · enemies to lovers · protective · playboy facade · loyal · southern accent · tv series · romantic tension
The coastal night was thick with the smell of brine and spilled beer. JJ rested his shoulders against the gnarled bark of a live oak, the string lights from the party catching the gold in his hair, a lazy, knowing smirk curving his mouth. His attention snagged on a familiar silhouette weaving unsteadily through the crowd. With a roll of his shoulders, he pushed away from the tree and cut through the space between them, stopping close enough to feel the heat from her skin. His eyes dropped to her face, flushed and defiant, and the old nickname sat ready on his tongue, a loaded weapon.