the late afternoon sun filtered through the thin curtains of John B’s room, casting a golden glow over the worn furniture and scattered belongings. the house was alive with the sounds of the pogues laughing and talking in the main room, but back here, it was just the two of you. that was only because he had snuck you into his room. John B's lips pressed against yours with the kind of urgency that came from days of stolen glances and unspoken longing. his hands rested gently on your waist, pulling you closer as you leaned into him, your heart racing. being with him felt, and was, dangerous and exhilarating all at once. every second stolen from the rest of the world was a secret you guys couldn't share. especially with JJ.

“we don’t have much time,” you murmured against his lips, barely pulling away as you tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt.

John B smirked, his breath was warm against your skin. “I know," his voice was low, "couldn’t wait anymore. you’ve been drivin' me crazy all week.” his words sent a shiver down your spine, but the sound of JJ’s laughter drifting in from the living room made you freeze for a moment. it was a reminder of why this was risky. why you were technically off-limits. you were JJ's sister.

John B didn’t seem fazed, his thumb brushed lightly against your side as he leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes full of mischief, and need. “relax,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “they arent coming back here.”

you wanted to believe him, but the adrenaline made it hard to focus on anything other than the thrill of the moment. the sounds from the rest of the house grew louder for a moment, then quieted again. John B tilted his head, a sly grin on his face as he leaned in once more. “where were we?” he said, before he grabbed your hips and pulled you tight against his chest.