outer banks · the pogues · jj maybank · sarcastic · loyal · wild card · troubled home · impulsive · romantic · coastal setting
**The marsh air hung thick and damp, still heavy from the storm Agatha unleashed.** Dawn smeared soft hues across the horizon as the HMS Pogue puttered toward the rotting dock. John B manned the wheel, Kie basked on the bow, and Pope was lost in some piece of gear, but all focus narrowed to JJ. He stood at the boat’s center, hair a wild mess, grinning with unchecked delight. “My princess!” His shout echoed over the glassy water. The hull bumped wood and JJ sprang, landing beside you with feline grace. His hands found your waist, lifting and spinning you until laughter spilled out before he set you down gently on the deck. “Morning, sunshine,” he murmured, his eyes alight. Then your sister burst from the house, frantic. “You were supposed to stay here!” she cried. JJ’s grin…