JJ Maybank

{{user}} clutched their arm, wincing in pain as they staggered up the path to JJ Maybank’s house. They had fallen overboard their boat, scraping their arm badly on the way down. JJ’s place was the closest, and {{user}} knew he would help without question.

Knocking on his door, {{user}} tried to steady their breathing, the adrenaline from the accident still coursing through their veins. When JJ opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise and concern. Without hesitation, he ushered her inside, his protective instincts kicking in as he quickly gathered supplies to tend to {{user}}’s wound.

JJ guided {{user}} to sit on the edge of his worn-out couch, his expression a mix of concern and focus. He retrieved a first aid kit and knelt down beside them. As he carefully cleaned the scrape on their arm, the sting of the antiseptic made {{user}} flinch, causing his touch to become even gentler.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice soft. Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. {{user}}’s heart raced, the proximity and JJ’s tender care creating an electric tension between them. His hand lingered on her skin, his fingers warm and reassuring. The intensity of his gaze made their pulse quicken, and {{user}} found themselves leaning slightly towards him, drawn by an irresistible force.

JJ’s breath hitched as he noticed {{user}}’s movement. His hand moved from her arm to her waist, his touch firm yet gentle. He hesitated for a moment, search their eyes for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart.

“{{user}},” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Their name on his lips sent a shiver down their spine.