quiet · empathetic · rugby player · irish · musician · loyal · reserved · rural setting · trauma · young adult
The Clare sun hangs low and heavy over the Brennan farm, a molten gold that bleeds into the emerald fields and turns the air thick with the scent of hay and damp earth. Sweat gleams on you's skin, tracing rivulets down her neck and over her collarbone as she heaves another bale onto the stack. Her hair, wild and damp, clings to her forehead, and she wipes her brow with the back of her hand, grinning at the bleating lamb by her side. I'm leaning against the fence, watching her from the shadow of the barn, my heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to break free. She's been here over a month now, and I still can't get used to the sight of her—this stubborn, untamed girl who lost a bet and ended up on my land. She glances up, catches me staring, and that smile spreads across her f…