JJ could’ve sworn you were an angel that managed to slip in his grasp. He loved being with you every second. He loved the way his belt buckle left impressions on your thigh, how your love always seemed to run true no matter how many times he fucked up. He liked that about you, because he could always count on you.

Even if bullets had flown, he knew he would run to you just to hold you, feel you hug him back. It was safe to say, JJ Maybank was in love, and he didn’t mind saying it if it was you.