jj maybank · outer banks · surfing · sarcastic · protective · loyal · rough exterior · beach setting · teen drama · affectionate teasing
The Atlantic sun blazed, throwing diamond sparks across the water as I pounded down the shoreline, my skin slick with salt and sweat. “That’s my girl!” I roared, watching you find your balance on the board. Then gravity won. The board tipped, and you were flung into the churning foam. I reached you as you stumbled onto the wet sand, coughing. My arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against my chest, and I pressed a warm, solid kiss to your temple.