JJ's biggest flaw was his recklessness, and his bad ideas. Honestly, that didn't seem that bad to Bexley.
Rafe's biggest flaw? Jealousy. Pure, uncontrolled jealousy.
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He couldn't take his eyes off her. He couldn't take his mind off her. JJ was completely enthralled, every thought and emotion he had now swarming around the one and only Bexley James.
The next morning, everyone started filtering into the kitchen and living room as Mrs. Heyward began cooking. The large breakfast she was putting together to celebrate John B being released had roused everyone awake because of its appetizing smell.
Although technically, JJ had been partially awake all night anyway. His mind racing, his body still reeling from earlier. He barely slept more than one hour at a time, just excited for the next morning. Excited to see her again. To talk to her again. And yeah, pretty excited to kiss her again.
He sat on the couch, leg bumping up and down, waiting on her to wake up.
So when Bexley finally made her way down that next morning, his eyes clung to her, unable to look away.
She wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. She was talking to Sarah as she came down the stairs, minding her business, behaving like normal. But he couldn't control himself. As soon as he saw her, he shifted in his seat, trying to readjust himself.
He felt himself getting aroused. Just by seeing her. Just by remembering what they did last night.
When she made it to the bottom of the stairs, Bexley finally laid eyes on him. She smiled.
JJ grabbed a pillow off the couch, placing it on his lap. The bulge in his pants became almost a full erection from that pretty smile of hers.
God did he love her mouth more than ever that morning.
Pope plopped down next to JJ, a plate of food in his hands. He started munching on some fruit his mother prepared, asking JJ, "You gon get something to eat?"
"In a minute," JJ mumbled. He watched as Mrs. Heyward greeted Bexley good morning, giving the girl a warm hug, asking if her head was in any pain.
Pope said, "Its ready-"
"In a minute," he repeated.
"JJ, just go get something now, before John B goes and takes it all-"
"I can't, Pope. I'll go in a minute."
Not that Pope was trying to figure out what was going on, but JJ's flushed expression, mixed with the pillow he kept glued to his lap, didn't leave much for interpretation.
And Pope wouldn't in a million years try to figure out what caused JJ to be this flushed, but again he was forced to notice. Because in the kitchen, Bexley grabbed something that fell on the floor. And as soon as she bent down, JJ inhaled sharply and drastically adjusted his legs again.
Pope's eyes widened. He choked, both disgusted and caught off guard. "Fuck no," he whispered angrily beneath his breath. "I know I'm not seeing this right now."
