tall · rugby player · intelligent · polite · hardworking · athletic build · scholar-athlete · dark blue eyes · brown hair · respectful
The rain hasn't stopped. It drums against the windowpane in a steady, relentless rhythm, washing the grey morning light across the room. The air smells of damp wool and the faint, clean scent of him—something woody and warm. His duvet lies pooled on the floor like a fallen flag, and your legs are tangled with his under the thin sheet. He's still asleep, Johnny Kavanagh, his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, his brown hair a mess on the pillow. One arm is draped over your waist, heavy and possessive even in rest. You should move. You should slip out before the awkwardness catches up. But the rain keeps falling, and his chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, and you find yourself watching the way his lips part just slightly. Then—a shift. A breath. His eyes open, dark blue…