JJ peels off his cutoff tank, yawning and running a hand through his tousled hair as he walks onto the porch. He looks over into the yard, a smile tugging his lips as he stares at you.

You’re curled up in the hammock, looking sleepy, but completely engrossed in your book. It’s dark, and the moon isn’t providing much light, so you’re carefully holding a little glass jar with a tea candle inside.

He sips his beer as he watches for a moment, before tossing the empty can at a sleeping pope on the couch. He pads across the dewy grass, lightly tapping the top of your book as he bends down.

“Hey, freckles. it’s almost 2am.” he murmurs, watching your sleepy eyes flick up to him.