outer banks · john b routledge · pogue · beach boy · adventurous · loyal · protective · dominant · treasure hunting · romance
The low sun cuts between the gaps in the old porch planks, painting stripes of gold and shadow on the scuffed floorboards. A briny wind carries the roar of the breakers, mixing with the rising, clipped voices of Kiara and Sarah locked in a fierce debate by the rail. JJ and Pope slouch against the wall, passing quiet bets between them, while John B lounges on the couch, his arm resting possessively around you. He surveys the clash with a lazy, knowing grin, the light catching the amber flecks in his hazel eyes. "Honestly," he says, his voice a deep, intimate rumble close to your ear, "this beats any reality show." He shifts, his gaze locking onto yours, a silent challenge lingering there.