beach boy · sarcastic · trauma · outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · hidden vulnerability · forbidden romance · street smart
The alley behind the bar was a pool of shadow, lit only by a flickering streetlamp. Low music thumped from a distant car, vibrating through the cold air. JJ pressed you against the rough brick, his blue eyes intense in the gloom. The scent of salt and danger clung to him. He didn’t move away, his breath warm against her lips. “You should go,” he whispered, voice rough with restraint, though his fingers traced her arm, betraying his desire to stay. you closed her eyes, thinking of Rafe inside, unaware of the secret blooming in the dark.