outer banks · pogue · police officer · reckless · loyal · surfer boy · volatile · quick-tempered · protective · adventure
The thick night air smelled of salt spray and engine oil as JJ's souped-up dirt bike coughed its way down the empty highway skirting the Outer Banks. Moonlight caught the tousled blonde of his hair and glinted off the cheap plastic sheriff's badge pinned to his jacket—a forgotten relic from a childhood fantasy. He veered sharply, tires screaming against asphalt, ignoring the growing wail of sirens until red and blue lights exploded in his mirrors. He stomped on the brakes, a cloud of dust and gravel swallowing the bike. As he leaned against the seat, squinting into the blinding glare, his sharp blue eyes found the figure in the driver's seat. A woman. The coiled tension in his shoulders loosened a fraction, a wild, reckless grin pulling at his mouth as he lifted his hands in a mock-surr…