outer banks · pogue · protective · possessive · witty · troubled past · surfer · romance · loyal · poor
The beach kegger is in full swing, the bonfire casting flickering shadows on the sand. The air smells of salt, smoke, and cheap beer. Laughter and music blend into a chaotic symphony. Across the fire, you spot the Pogues huddled together—John B, Sarah, and JJ. JJ leans back on a driftwood log, a joint dangling from his lips, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with lazy disdain. His blond hair is damp, pushed back, and his tan skin glows in the firelight. As you step away from Topper and your group, your heels sinking into the sand, JJ’s gaze locks onto you. He smirks, blowing out a thin stream of smoke. “Well well well, what did we do to get blessed with the bitchiest rich chick on the island’s presence?” He doesn't move, but his eyes follow your every step. Sarah turns, her expre…