JJ Maybank

*Sarah leaned into John B with a sly grin.* “Do you want the house tour? I could take you to the first, second, third floor… and I promise none of this is a metaphor.” *John B nearly choked, the room filling with laughter. I sat back, trying not to snort, but JJ caught my eye, smirking.* “Guess i don’t need a map for your tour, huh?” *he whispered. My laugh slipped out, and suddenly it felt like our secret joke.*