Finally

3

Y/N

That night, everyone gathers back out onto the beach to watch the fireworks show on the water. The white moon's reflection wavers on the water. You trudge through the sand with your arm looped through JJ's. You've both been quieter since Rafe left. After he went, you went back to your room and explained it all to JJ.

You find a good spot to sit and settled down against one another. You lean into JJ, and he wraps his arms around your body.

The show started out tame, with one small blue firework that streak upwards through the inky black sky and pops like a balloon then fizzles down like rain. Then another, and another, quickly. Everyone shouts and woo's and rates the volume at which the loud ones reach. The grand finale is a bombastic, sparkly explosion, bang bang bang bang like shots.

JJ throws his fist in the air and claps while you stay slumped against him.

Rafe should be back home by now. You pull your phone out to check for any texts from him. He's probably too out of it to think. He probably has no idea where his phone is right now, even if it was ringing in his hand. You imagine him lying face-first on his bed, his bag on the floor, his shoes still on.

He'll notice a text later when he wakes up.

did you get home okay?!

You hesitate about sending it. He was so mad earlier when he told you he was leaving. He might just be ignoring you because he doesn't want to talk to you.

After the fireworks, everyone agrees to go to their rooms. Kiara nudges Odessa and points out that she now has the room all to herself. No one says anything, and you feel like a dagger has gone through your back, everyone's piercing gazes between your shoulder blades.

You've stripped down to your underwear and a loose tank top and climbed into bed. JJ has finished brushing his teeth and walks in, pulling his shirt off. When he sees your nipples through the tank top and your lacy underwear, he lets out a low, "Ooo," as he undoes his shorts.

In only his underwear, he climbs over your body and tries kissing your neck. You coax him backwards and reach for your phone on the nightstand. No messages. No calls.

JJ leaves a trail of soft kisses down your neck. He rocks his hips back and forth in a similiar motion as when he's inside of you, but he hasn't dropped his hips against yours yet. He kisses you on the mouth, and you match his hunger. But only for a moment, and then you duck your head.

JJ tries again, and fails. He pulls back and frowns at you.

"You don't wanna have sex?"

You pull your bottom lip in.

He sits back, bewildered. He blinks and dazes around the room. "Alright."

He flops down on his side, which up until now, didn't exist. All this bed space, a Queen-size full of it, has been both of yours. You woke up tangled in each other this morning, all skin-to-skin. It's been a very vulnerable and sexually frantic weekend, and now you're pushing JJ away.

He glances at you a couple of times before he speaks.

"What are you thinking about?"

Surely, JJ can take a guess as to why you may not be in the mood for that tonight. That moment you opened your door and saw Rafe's angry snarl, the moment you realized with a zing up your spine, that Rafe was leaving, plays like a loop in your head. Each time, it hits like a lightning strike.

There's no point in lying to JJ.

"He was too drunk to drive when he left."

JJ is quiet for a moment, then says softly in the dark, "I thought he got a ride."