𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟏𝟓.

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𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑼𝑬𝑺
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 + 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒．
𝟑𝟗:𝟑𝟎 — 𝟒𝟐:𝟑𝟖
𝟎𝟎:𝟎𝟎 — 𝟐:𝟏𝟎
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I COULD'NT help but notice JJ's intense gaze on me as he worked in Heyward's. It was hard to concentrate and focus with his attention so fixed on me. While Pope and Kie were occupied, JJ couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from me.

As I tried to focus on the task at hand, a question lingered in the back of my mind. What are we?

Technically, we were friends with benefits, but it felt like there was more to it. The kiss, the intimacy we shared... it felt like a deeper connection that went beyond just physical pleasure.

I was in the process of fixing the different fruit piles for Heyward, trying to make them look more appealing. Despite my efforts, I could feel his eyes on me, a constant presence that made my skin feel hot.

I couldn't help but turn around slightly, feeling the weight of his gaze. Our eyes met, his ocean blue staring right into my dark brown eyes. My heart skipped a whole beat as I held his gaze for a moment longer, feeling a mixture of nervousness and desire wash over me.

The mere eye contact across the countertop was enough to make me imagine the taste of his lips and the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and sea salt. Memories of our shared moments flashed through my mind, stirring up a mix of emotions within me.

Despite the mundane task at hand, I found myself lost in thought, my heart quickening and my breath hitching as I stole another glance at him.

What were these feelings I was experiencing?

I knew that I am in love with him but it's heavier like it's more than love.

"Stop it you two are going to make me feel so alone." Kie's comment broke the thick tension in the air, making me turn back to my original position and continue fixing the fruit. I

stole a glance at Pope, noticing a worried look on his face despite his smile. I knew he secretly enjoyed our situation, often catching him smiling at me when he thought I wasn't watching.

Pope may be grossed out by our bedtime activities, but he loved the cutesy stuff we did together. He was happy for me, and he showed it in his own way.

JJ words cut the tension to talk about what happened last night with Rafe and his friends. "Don't let it get in your head, brother. There was three of them and two of us." JJ nods, adding, "That's some typical Kook shit."
His tone is dismissive, and I can sense his frustration.

Kie chimes in with a "Hell, yeah." echoing our sentiment.

I glance at the three of them, grateful for their unwavering support and loyalty.