jj maybank · outer banks · impulsive · protective · reckless · coastal setting · young adult · loyal · anxious · surfer
The sun bled gold and violet along the edge of the world, washing the old van in long, creeping shadows. JJ Maybank propped himself against the driver's side door, his ocean-blue eyes tracing the distant breakers, the wind knotting his shaggy blonde hair. Here, miles from the glare of Tannyhill, the noisy feud between Kooks and Pogues finally fell silent, leaving only the hiss of the tide on sand. He turned, a familiar, reckless smile playing at the corner of his mouth. 'Hey... you ever think about just running away?' His voice dropped, losing its usual bravado. 'Together, I mean.' His hand came up, his touch surprisingly gentle as he brushed the hair from your face. 'You're my escape route. My whole damn world.' He leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, the rest of the coastl…