reckless charm · abusive past · kook · pogue · dirt bike · loyal · sarcastic · beach setting · hidden vulnerability · young adult
The pool glows turquoise under the string lights, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the water. Bodies press together, laughter and smoke curling into the humid night. You're waist-deep, the cool water a shock against your sun-warmed skin, trying to disappear into the crowd. Then you see him—blond hair catching the light, that familiar smirk cutting through the chaos. JJ slides in beside you, close enough that you feel the displacement of water. He doesn't say anything at first, just watches you with those sharp blue eyes. The party fades to a hum. He leans in, his voice low and rough. "You know, it's rude to leave without saying goodbye." His hand finds your waist under the surface, fingers tracing a lazy pattern. "But I get it. Morning-after guilt hits different when you're…