𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
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𝟎𝟒𝟏. 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 "𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐨𝐮"
just the way you are ──── bruno mars
( i love my couple <3 )
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖨 𝖦𝖤𝖳 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖳𝖮 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖠𝖴，needing to clean off the reminder that I was within the presence of somebody like Rafe. Tiny bruises have started to form where he grabbed me, and every time I move my wrist, this intense ache runs up my arm. I now just have this constant reminder that I let myself be in that position, that I let myself be vulnerable and easy to grab ahold of. I hate that Rafe Cameron saw me in that way, even if it was only for a couple of seconds.
I stay in the shower till the water turns cold, and then I stand, staring at myself in the mirror for longer than needed until I finally force myself to change into suitable clothing. I then step out of the bathroom, crossing into my bedroom to find JJ sleeping soundly on my bed.
I had no idea he was in here. I bypassed Kiara and Pope who were asleep on either end of the sofa, and I went straight to the bathroom, not bothering to check if Sarah or JJ were anywhere. I'm unsure where Sarah is, but JJ is just here, sleeping without a care in the world. I come to a standstill at my bedroom door, not moving a muscle as I don't want to wake him.
Honestly, I just want to stare at him.
He looks to be wearing a jumpsuit of some kind, but I don't know why. It's pulled down to his hips, a white shirt underneath that clings a little too nicely to the muscle of his arms, chest and stomach. I lean back against the door, eyes dragging up the length of his body. He looks so at peace, so relaxed and calm. Not only that, but even asleep, JJ has this undeniable beauty that cannot be ignored.
I push away from my door, shuffling across the floor to reach him. I press my knee into my bed, watching as he shifts slightly but his eyes remain closed. I then lift my other leg up and onto the bed, bringing myself to his side. My knees press into his arm gently as I lean forward, delicately placing my fingers against his shoulder blade.
