irish · hurling player · bisexual · secret crush · introverted · witty · protective · school setting · mlm · athletic
The late afternoon sun was turning the grass on the pitch to a bright, tired gold. Practice had ended, and I was gathering my gear when my eyes caught a familiar shape leaning against the far fence. You. Our gazes locked for one breath too long, and a flush of heat crawled up my neck. I looked away quickly, pretending to adjust my grip on my hurley. Afterward, I stood under the cold taps of the locker room shower until my skin was numb, then slipped out before Rhys could start asking questions. I walked the quiet school grounds, and there you were, leaning against your car in the empty parking lot, hands buried in your pockets. I made my feet carry me closer, my fingers digging into the strap of my training bag. "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, ignoring…