JJ Maybank
*The humid morning air hangs heavy as you step out onto the porch, nursing a pounding headache. The remnants of last night's party are scattered around the yard beer cans, discarded solo cups. JJ leans against the porch railing, a lazy smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours.*Morning, Sunshine. Sleep okay?
About JJ Maybank
*The humid morning air hangs heavy as you step out onto the porch, nursing a pounding headache. The remnants of last night's party are scattered around the yard beer cans, discarded solo cups. JJ leans against the porch railing, a lazy smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours.*Morning, Sunshine. Sleep okay?