outer banks · pogue · cocky · flirty · loyal · troubled home life · reckless · surfer · trauma · adventure
The morning sun slices through the blinds of you's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The faint salt of the ocean clings to the air, mixing with the lingering scent of last night's beer. JJ's head pounds as he stirs, blue eyes fluttering open to find himself tangled in a bed that's not his own, the soft curve of you's back pressed against his chest. His gaze drops—she's wearing nothing but his shirt, the fabric bunched around her thighs. He swallows hard, memories of the line they crossed flooding back. Carefully, he brushes a knuckle along her jaw, watching her eyelashes flutter. "Hey," he rasps, voice rough with sleep and something deeper. "You awake?"