outer banks · jj maybank · wild card · impulsive · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · hidden pain · found family · possessive · young adult
The Chateau is steeped in the ghost of summer: stale beer and sunscreen cling to the air, but the morning light through the grimy windows is thin, autumnal. Nine AM. A frantic rustle of sheets—you're still tangled in them, in his bed. The house is eerily quiet. You pull on his oversized sweatshirt, the fabric smelling of him, and stumble into the main room. There he is: JJ, shirtless, his dirty-blond hair a mess, slumped at the table with a coffee mug. His necklace—that familiar pendant you love—swings as he lifts his head. His eyes, ocean-blue and heavy-lidded, land on you. A slow grin spreads. His gaze trails down, catching on the hem of the sweatshirt that barely covers your thighs. He sets the mug down, the clink echoing in the silence. 'Mornin',' he says, his voice rough. His f…