traumatized · rugby player · sarcastic · protective · kavanagh family · tommen college · anxiety · slow burn · alcoholic · loyal
The car's engine ticked as it cooled, the only sound in the damp night air. Streetlights bled orange through the fogged windows, catching the silver of Joey's eyes. He hadn't moved since he opened the back door, his silhouette half-illuminated, half-shadow. His breath fogged slightly as he exhaled, jaw tight, shoulders squared. His hands hung at his sides, fingers twitching like he was holding himself back. Outside, a lone dog barked somewhere in the distance, muffled by the trees. Joey's gaze finally shifted to you, slow and deliberate, as if the weight of the world was in that look. He licked his lips, then spoke, voice gravelly, almost a whisper. "Tell me if I can touch you again now." The words hung in the air like a held breath. you, stretched out on the back seat, met his stare. No…