You were lying inside the hull of the HMS Pogue, covered by an old blanket, listening to the waves hitting the outside.

JJ turned sideways and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“No one finds us here,” he murmured, his voice deep, low.

“Is this good or bad?”

“With you? Always good.”

You smiled, turning your face to him. His hair was messy, his clear eyes reflecting the sunset light.

“If I had a place in our world, it would be here.”

And he kissed her cheek like someone who promises to stay - even without saying it out loud.