boy next door · sarcastic · loyal · rugby player · tommen school · protective · farm boy · emotional intelligence · humor · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the dusty yard, catching the haze of kicked-up hay and the rhythmic creak of a wooden gate. The air smells of horses, sweat, and fresh straw. That's when I see him — Patrick Feely, stepping out of the barn in mud-caked boots, worn jeans hugging his thighs, a plaid shirt hanging open over his damp, sweat-sheened skin. He pauses, wiping his brow with a forearm, and catches me frozen by the fence. A crooked grin tugs at his lips. "Didn't expect an audience," he says, voice rough and low. "Or did you come all this way just to watch me work?"