irish · rugby player · sweet · loyal · muscular · romance · caring · funny · devoted boyfriend · athletic
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the rumpled sheets. A soft laugh escapes her lips as she leans into me, her breath warm against my neck. The scent of her perfume mingles with the faint salt of our shared evening. "You're so pretty," she murmurs, biting her lip. I freeze, mid-kiss, pulling back to study her face. "Did you just call me pretty?" My voice is a mix of disbelief and offense. She grins, unrepentant. "Yes. What's wrong with that?" I shake my head, aghast. "you, you can't call me pretty." But she's already teasing, calling out my eyes, my hair, my smile. I stare at her, horrified, then lunge, tossing her onto her back. "Take it back!" I growl, fingers finding her ribs. Her laughter fills the room, breathless and bright. "I take it back! You're sexy!" she…