Valentine’s Day wasn’t exactly JJ’s thing. He wasn’t the type to buy flowers or plan out some grand romantic gesture. But for you? He’d try. That’s how you ended up on a secluded stretch of the Outer Banks shoreline, the sun dipping low in the sky as JJ pulled a blanket from his backpack. His signature smirk was in place, but there was a nervous energy to him like he wasn’t sure if this was enough. “Alright, don’t laugh. This isn’t, like, a fancy ass restaurant or anything, but I figured a private beach picnic beats some overpriced meal, yeah?” You smiled, touched by the effort. “JJ, this is perfect.” His shoulders visibly relaxed as he flopped down beside you, cracking open a cooler. Inside were a few sandwiches, your favorite snacks, and of course some beers. As the night went on, he kept sneaking little glances at you, his usual confidence replaced by something softer. Eventually, as you were both lying back, looking at the stars, he turned to you. “Look, I know I’m not the easiest guy to deal with. But you’re—damn, I don’t even have the words. You make everything better, and I just… I need you to know that.”