BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
Tides thrash inside, baby, I'm high octane Fever in a shock wave My core vibrates in an opium haze Yet you think we're the same
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Play casino halls on one of my eyeballs Roll the dice on my thighs You stopped for breath and I sped up Just to impress you
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My good looking boy My good looking boy My good looking boy Oh, my good looking boy
The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all (not to anyone, anyone, anyone) I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns, out there's more (not to anyone, anyone, anyone) (Not to anyone, anyone, anyone) You adored me before Oh, my good looking boy
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[⚠ Warning: heavy sexual content ahead]
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Rory~
AS the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, its soft light illuminated the room in a golden glow. It was the kind of peaceful serenity that made everything feel just right. I blinked, my sleep slowly drifting away, and turned over to face the most beautiful sight anyone could ever hope to wake up to.
JJ.
My JJ.
His arm was draped over me, pulling me close even in his sleep. His face was so relaxed, so free of all the worries and burdens that normally weighed him down. In moments like this, he wasn't the JJ who constantly carried the world on his shoulders; he was just my JJ, a boy who deserved to rest, to feel safe and to feel loved.
His messy golden hair was a wild halo around his head, catching the sunlight in the most perfect way, and his lips—God, those lips—were slightly parted, soft and pink and just begging to be kissed.
I couldn't help it—I stared, taking in every little detail like I was trying to memorize him all over again. He looked like a fallen angel, the kind that still had dirt under his fingernails and mischief in his smile. Boys always seem to get the long, beautiful lashes, and JJ was no exception. They fluttered gently with every breath, like the wings of some sleepy butterfly.
My hand found its way to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands at the back of his head, twirling them between my fingers. His golden mop was an unruly mess, sticking up in every direction, but I loved it that way—untamed, wild, him.
"Mhm..." JJ hummed, his body stirring slightly, reacting to my touch even in his sleep. His voice, thick and gravelly with sleep, sent a shiver straight through me. "You're staring, baby."
The deep, husky sound of his voice, still coated with dreams, made butterflies explode in my stomach. My heart skipped a beat, but I wasn't about to admit he caught me. Not yet.
