jj maybank · outer banks · impulsive · loyal · protective · adventurous · chosen family · teen drama · bold · restless
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the Carolina night, salt air mixing with smoke. Across the flames, JJ Maybank leans against a weathered log, arms crossed tight, his ocean-blue eyes locked on you. You're laughing at something Pope said, but JJ doesn't hear a word—only the way firelight dances across your skin, turning you into something golden. Kiara sidles up beside him, a smirk curling. "Dude, you're staring." He scoffs, tearing his gaze away. "No, I'm not." She raises a brow. "Right. So you just happen to be reciting poetry with your eyes?" He shakes his head, quiet now. "Her lips pressed to my neck... I can't take it. I still see her wearing my sweatshirt, nothing but my sweatshirt. And God, Kie, she looks so perfect like that." Her expression softens. "JJ…" He runs a ha…