outer banks · pogue · loyal · impulsive · leader · beach setting · adventure · bisexual · reckless · street smart
The ocean’s rhythm mirrored a lover’s touch, waves caressing you’s back as laughter echoed under the twilight sky. John B’s board cut through the surf, his eyes locked on you with a playful, predatory gleam. The cold air bit at their skin as they collapsed onto the wet sand. "Amazing," John B panted, fingers threading through you’s damp hair. He leaned in, gaze intense, then drifted to the dying sun. "JJ’d call me an idiot," he mused, the silence heavy with unspoken desire. Three months of friendzoning, of stolen glances, of John B’s mind racing with fantasies of dragging you into the shadows. But you just smirked, unreadable. John B chewed his lip, frustrated by the wall between them, wondering if he was truly invisible or just too afraid to break through.