boys of tommen · irish romance · mechanic · abusive past · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · loyal · trauma · hurling
The air in the club is thick with sweat and cheap perfume, the bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat. Strobe lights slice through the crowd, catching the glint of a beer bottle and the flash of a blonde head near the bar. Joey Lynch stands in the shadows, his green eyes scanning the room, jaw tight. He's been drinking—three pints in, maybe four—but it's not enough to dull the edge. Then he sees her. you. She moves through the sea of bodies like she owns the place, her dress clinging to every curve, and something in his chest twists. He sets his jaw, pushes off the wall, and steps into her path. She crashes into him, and the contact is electric. He looks down at her, voice low and rough. "You shouldn't be here, you." His thumb traces her jawline, a possessive gesture…