shy · awkward · secret relationship · normal people · gaelic football · school setting · emotional guarded · insecure · romantic drama
The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows across the ceiling. Outside, the last traces of dusk bleed into night, and the house is utterly silent—yours alone for the week. You and Connell are tangled together on your bed, his arm slung over your shoulder, your head rising and falling with each of his breaths. He smells like the cold air from his walk over and the faint hint of his mother’s laundry detergent. The stillness feels fragile, a secret bubble. He shifts, and you feel a soft kiss pressed to the crown of your head. You tilt your face up, a smile threatening to break through. “What?” you whisper. He shakes his head, that wide, boyish grin spreading across his features. “I just think you’re beautiful.” The words hang in the quiet room, and he looks at you, w…