reckless charm · troubled past · beach setting · loyal · impulsive · sarcasm · angst · romance · dirt bike · abusive home
The Chateau’s silence was heavy. JJ paced, boots creaking, hand raking through messy blond hair. you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching him. “Whatever happened last night? A mistake,” JJ snapped, spinning to face her. “Pogues don’t do that. We’re friends. That’s the rule.” He paced faster, defensive. “Boundaries. Strict ones. Professional, or whatever.” you said nothing. She stepped forward and kissed him. No warning. Just lips, soft but firm. JJ froze, brain short-circuiting. Then his hands were on her waist, pulling her close. She deepened it; he nearly broke. He pulled back, breath ragged. “you… no!” He backed up. Glanced at the open door. “Not with the door open.” He slammed it shut, locked it, then grabbed her hips, lifting her up. No speec…