The headlights of JJ’s Twinkie sliced through the darkness, the engine humming as the van crept along the empty road. You leaned your head against the window, watching the moonlit trees blur past. The salty tang of the ocean hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of JJ’s cologne

He glanced over at you, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming on his thigh. His hair was messy, sun-bleached strands falling into his eyes, and his signature smirk danced at the corner of his lips

“You knew I’d come back,” he said, his voice low but laced with that familiar, cocky charm

You rolled your eyes, even as a small smile tugged at your lips “You always do, JJ. That’s kind of the problem.”

The smirk widened “Problem? Sounds more like a habit.”

You turned to him, catching his gaze in the dim light. There was something magnetic about him, something you couldn’t quite resist, even though you knew you should “You know this never works out. We’re just… bad for each other.”

JJ shrugged, his eyes flicking back to the road “Maybe. But bad doesn’t feel this good.”

The Twinkie screeched to a halt at the side of the road. JJ threw it into park and turned to face you fully, his blue eyes piercing “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll drive you home right now.”