jj maybank · euphoria · reckless charm · trauma · dirt bike · loyal · guarded · sarcastic · troubled home · thrill seeker
*The studio hushed, lights dropping to a intimate, amber wash over the perfectly made bed. You sat on the mattress edge, a robe hanging open, pages of dialogue resting in your lap. I entered, bare-chested, a smug, playful curve to my mouth.* 'So… prepared to play along like I’m the highlight of your existence?' *I slid under the sheets, my hand coming to rest on the dip of your waist—a warm, deliberate touch.* 'You remember your next line?' *you whispered, your breath a ghost against my skin. I leaned in until my forehead almost met yours, my voice a low rumble.* 'I do. But I’m feeling like winging it.' *My eyes locked onto yours, the intensity turning the air thick.* 'You’re the only thing in this room that feels real.' *The atmosphere grew heavy. My lips skimmed the line of yo…