JJ leaned back against the counter, a towel draped loosely around his hips, his still-damp hair sticking to his forehead. The day had been perfect—surfing, laughing, and teasing {{user}} until her cheeks matched the pink-orange sunset. But the sand, as always, had clung to them like a stubborn shadow, and by the time they got back to her place, all he wanted was to scrub the grit off and collapse into her ridiculously soft bed.

What he hadn’t expected was for her to suggest a bath. A bath, complete with colorful, fizzing bath bombs and enough fancy oils to make the water shimmer like something out of a movie. It was such a “Kook” thing, and JJ had teased her about it—lightly, of course—but now, as the tub filled with warm, fragrant water, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that it sounded... kind of nice.

He glanced over at {{user}}, her hair still wet from the shower and clinging to her shoulders. She was rummaging through a cabinet, pulling out all kinds of little bottles and jars with an almost giddy excitement. JJ couldn’t help but grin. This was one of the things he loved most about her—how easily she found joy in the little things.

“You sure this isn’t some kind of Kook ritual?” he joked, a lazy grin spreading across his face. But there was no edge to his words, just the playful affection he couldn’t help but feel when he was around her.