𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two best friends fell for each other even though they knew they shouldn't.
"stupid rules"
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jj maybank x aubrey perez
outer banks
season one, completed.
season two, completed.
season three, currently writing.
season...
THE MOMENT I laid eyes on Aubrey Perez, I was doomed. My senses were consumed by a singular focus, a craving that only grew more intense with each passing day. It was as if my very existence had been reduced to a single, all-consuming desire: to possess her. To at least be able to be around her.
And as I grew older, this longing only intensified, until it became a constant hum in the back of my mind, a reminder that I was helpless against its pull.
I had to remind myself to maintain a semblance of control, to hide my true feelings behind a mask of professionalism. But it was no use. Every time I saw her, my resolve crumbled, like sandcastles crumbling beneath the waves. Her curves, her smile, her sparkling eyes – everything about her was tailor-made for me, and I was powerless to resist.
Years of watching and waiting, wishing and longing, had all led to this moment. And it was better than I could have ever imagined.
I had waited patiently, content to be near her, even if it meant sacrificing my own desires and ambitions. For as long as she was by my side, I was complete.
Now, I sat before her on the chair in in front of her bed while she lays on it, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat in a primal rhythm. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, every second ticking away like grains of sand in an hourglass. And still, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, this chance to be near her.
For in her presence, all other concerns melted away – duty, responsibility, and even the fear of losing myself. There was only one thing that mattered: the sweet smell of her skin on mine, the feel of her skin against mine. And as I gazed into those piercing brown eyes, I knew that I would wait forever for this moment, for the chance to be with Aubrey Perez.
As I wrapped my arms around Aubrey's waist, the warmth of her skin seeped into my bones, and I felt my heart swell with emotion.
We stood together, gazing out the window at the moon's gentle glow, the silence between us a palpable thing.
My eyes roved over her face, drinking in the sight of her features illuminated by the soft light. The moon from the window caught in her brown eyes, casting a golden glow that seemed to deepen their color, making them seem like pools of warm chocolate. Her hair, damp from her shower, clung to her scalp in loose curls that framed her face, and I couldn't help but smile at her natural beauty.
But then she spoke, her voice husky and low, cutting through the tranquility of the moment. "Are you trying to fuck me?" she asked, her eyes never leaving mine.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance as I replied, "Am I?"
"I can see the way you're looking at me." Aubrey's gaze dropped to my pants, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized where she was looking. "And you keep adjusting your pants as if you're trying to conceal something," she said, her tone laced with amusement.
