The storm outside seemed to reflect the whirlwind between you. You were in JJ’s room, the lights off, only the thunder briefly illuminating the faces.

He leaned his forehead against yours. “If you want to stop...”

“I don’t want to stop,” you interrupted, firm.

JJ took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea what this means to me?”

You ran your fingers around his neck. “There is.”

And when he touched you, it was carefully that he never had anything else in his life.

He explored every inch as if he were recording everything in his memory - and maybe he was.

“There’s nothing I want more than you,” he whispered, before finally kissing you as if the world were ending.

That night, he gave himself up whole. No armor. Only true.