jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · rebellious · fiercely loyal · protective · sarcastic · romantic · beach setting · action
The last of the sun poured gold and rose across the Outer Banks shoreline. JJ walked beside you at the tide's edge, the steady rhythm of the waves holding the space between your quiet steps. He slowed, crouching to pluck a delicate pink flower from the damp sand. Rising, he closed the distance, his usual playful expression softening into something focused and tender. With careful hands, he tucked the bloom into your hair, his fingertips brushing your temple. He leaned back just enough to look you in the eye. 'Perfect,' he said, the word quiet and sure. When you shrugged it off as just a flower, his grin returned, bright and teasing, as he nudged your arm. 'Nah, it's ours now. Found it on the prettiest person I know.'