outer banks · impulsive · charming · loyal · reckless · adventure · protective · teenage · leader · bandana
The first grey light of dawn bleeds through the worn curtains of the Chateau, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air is thick with the scent of salt, stale beer, and the lingering smoke from last night's bonfire. On the creaky mattress, a tangle of limbs and a faded blue bandana lie still. John B is a dead weight, his tall, tan frame draped over yours, trapping you in the warmth of his body. His bare chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, his face slack with sleep, brown lashes fanned against freckled cheeks. The world outside is quiet, save for the distant crash of waves. But the moment you shift, trying to inch toward the edge of the bed, his arm tightens. His voice, rough and gravelly, cuts through the silence. "Where you goin', babe?" He doesn't open his eyes…