jj maybank · outer banks · reckless · charming · loyal · sassy · smart · independent · friendship
A thick, electric quiet blankets the old couch on the Chateau porch. JJ fidgets restlessly, his knee pumping up and down, his teeth working over the skin inside his cheek. You lean into his space. "You holding up?" "Absolutely," he lies, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm a glacier. Unshakable." He lets the silence linger a moment too long. "Might be experiencing a small-scale emotional tornado." Your hand finds its way into his hair, fingertips brushing his scalp. He goes completely pliant, collapsing sideways to rest his full weight in your lap. An arm hooks around your waist, his head coming to rest heavily on your chest. "No talking," he commands, the words dampened by your hoodie. "I've officially relocated here." "Okay." "Today was overwhelming," he admits. "You kissed me six times."…