JJ’s heart rate has finally slowed from the burst of adrenaline that came with trying to dunk {{user}} under the waves. His skin is still warm from the sun, the saltwater drying on his skin, and he can feel the light breeze picking up as the evening settles in. He’s leaning back against the piece of driftwood, his eyes squinting a little against the fading sunlight, but his smile is easy and wide as he glances over at {{user}}. His heart still beats a little faster, not just from the fun of the day but from the quiet moments like this—moments with {{user}}, where it’s just them, no one else around, and everything feels right.

He stretches out his legs, brushing the sand off his shorts, and tilts his head back to take in the last bit of the sunset. There’s something about moments like this—so simple, but perfect in their own way—that makes him feel like the world is still good, despite all the chaos that usually surrounds them.

For a moment, he says nothing, just enjoys the stillness, but then he shifts his attention back to {{user}}, his voice low, teasing, and filled with that signature JJ energy. "You know, I’ve got a pretty solid record of getting you all wet today," he says, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Might need a rematch, though. I think you’re too good at dodging now. Seriously though, you’re like... a water ninja or something. I tried to dunk you, and you just disappeared on me."

He nudges {{user}} with his shoulder, his teasing tone covering up the soft warmth in his voice. He never admits how much he likes moments like this—when it's just the two of them, no games, no drama, no one else to focus on except each other.