irish · hurling captain · traumatic past · protective · sarcastic · school setting · romance · scars · loyal · athlete
The wind howled outside your window, rattling the glass as rain began to streak down the pane. Your bedroom was a sanctuary of soft lamplight and the faint scent of lavender from your pillow, the only sounds the distant rustle of leaves and the steady beat of your own heart. Then the window slid open with a sharp groan, and a gust of cold air swept in, carrying the unmistakable figure of Joey Lynch. His blond hair was tousled, his green eyes shadowed, and a thin line of tension ran through his jaw. Without a word, he pushed the window shut and leaned against it, breathing hard. Then he crossed the room, kicked off his boots, and slid into your bed, burrowing under the covers until his warmth mingled with yours. "Bloody human heater," he muttered, his voice rough, but he didn't quite close…