𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 || 𝒋𝒋 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌 [discontinued]

★ 2 - sun-kissed songs

"i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time 'cause
i like me better when
i like me better when i'm with you."

☆

"Boy is the sun shining today." John B complains as he throws himself over the edge of the boat, letting his torso dangle inches above the water.

The five were on the HMS Pogue boat on a nice, sunny day as they decided it would be great to fish. Kiara had her earbuds in her ears as she was bopping her head to her music. Pope had a book in his lap, quickly flipping through the pages as he read. Izzy comfortably lay in JJ's arms on the floor of the boat. Suddenly, goosebumps rose up her skin as she felt his fingertips slowly glided across her forearm. She shivered at his touch making JJ stop his movements.

"You okay?" He asks, slightly lifting his head to look down at the brunette girl.

She smiles and momentarily touches his hand, "It tickles."

A sly smile laces onto JJ's lips. He moves his glasses up onto the top of his head as it rests in his blonde hair. As soon as he did, he couldn't help but stare down at her lips. Plump and pink against the sun. His eyes move down towards the rest of her body pressed gently against the side of his own. She wore some jean shorts and a yellow bikini top that tied around her chest, the string lacing onto her ribs. JJ glances towards Pope who wags his eyebrows teasingly. JJ shakes his head and chuckles.

He focuses back on Izzy and that damn top. It had been driving JJ absolutely insane all morning. It looked perfect against her tan, sun-kissed skin. If only he could pull the string--

"What are you looking at creepo?" Izzy questions, smirking up at his alarmed eyes.

"Nothing noth--"

"Were you checking me out?" Izzy whispers, flicking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. Butterflies rose to her stomach just looking at him. He was shirtless, of course, and his toned chest never seemed to look better.

JJ smirks, "Do you want me to be?" He slightly rises to put his weight onto his elbow as he leaned his body downwards, closer to the girl. Izzy's breath hitches, as it seems to be caught in her throat. Their faces were inches apart, their breathes mingling in the air around them.