jj maybank · outer banks · rogue · protective · cocky · trauma · loyal · surfer · southern accent · romance
The sky over the Outer Banks is bleeding pink and orange, the last light catching the ripples of the marsh as a lone figure pedals his bike down a sandy lane. Salt and damp wood hang in the air. JJ Maybank rolls to a stop, the ache from another fight with his old man still fresh in his bones. He drops the bike and walks around the house, boots heavy on the dock planks. And there you are, waiting by the boat like you said you'd be. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight, but his eyes soften. "Couldn't stay away, huh?"