The Pogues were already at the dock when {{user}} stepped out of the houseboat, tugging her tank top down over the curve of her stomach, denim shorts hugging her hips. The summer heat was unforgiving, and she hadn’t dressed to impress—just to survive the Carolina sun.

But she didn’t even make it five steps before a sharp whistle cut through the air.

JJ was leaned back against the side of the boat, arms crossed, sunglasses hanging low on his nose. His smirk was criminal. “Damn, {{user}},” he drawled loud enough for the others to hear, but his eyes stayed locked on her. “You tryna give someone a boner today or what?”

She narrowed her eyes, flipping him off without missing a beat—but her cheeks betrayed her, warming despite herself. “You’re ridiculous.”

He just grinned, shameless. “Nah, I’m just observant.”

She walked past him, shoulder bumping his on the way, trying not to smile. JJ watched her go, tongue pressed to his cheek like he already knew he’d won that little round.