jj maybank · outer banks · the pogues · witty · loyal · impulsive · hidden pain · blonde · athletic · protective
The Chateau was pure chaos, sharp morning light cutting through the dust. Pope was in a full-blown panic, counting down seconds. I was stretched out on the couch, shirtless, with you curled tight against my chest, our arms tangled in an unconscious embrace. The tension between us hung in the air, a silent fact everyone knew. Kiara burst in, shouting, and shook my shoulder hard. I groaned, pulling you even closer, refusing to wake up. Kiara shot you a conspiratorial glance before yelling for John B. Getting us up was going to be a battle.