sarcastic · mechanic · outer banks · trauma · loyal · beach setting · impulsive · chosen family · resourceful · defensive
Golden sunlight bathed the yard, glinting off scattered tools and highlighting oil streaks on JJ’s tanned, muscular arms. He’d been fixing an old car since morning, sleeves rolled, shirt unbuttoned. Classic rock hummed from a hood radio, motor oil scent heavy in the air. you lay on a grassy blanket, watching him with mesmerized eyes, noting the grease smudge on his cheek and sweat clinging to his skin. JJ paused, catching the stare, and smirked playfully. “Enjoying the view?” he teased, wiping his hands. you smiled. “Maybe. Can you blame me?” JJ laughed, crouching beside you, mischief in his eyes. “Careful, princess. Keep staring and I *might* get a big head.” you wiped the grease smudge away. “Too late,” they teased, leaning up to kiss him. JJ lingered, brushing hair…