irish · rugby player · tall · muscular · loyal · sweet · funny · mature · best friend · caring
The dim light of the pub flickered off the polished wood of the table, casting long shadows across the sticky floor. The low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filled the air, but all I could hear was the echo of Gibsie's words. I sat there, a 6'4 tower of muscle slumped in my seat, the scent of stale beer and leather clinging to my jersey. The world outside was wet Dublin night, rain streaking the windows. I turned my gaze to Gibsie, his face half-lit by a nearby lamp. "Could I just be her friend?" I muttered, the words tasting foreign. He snorted, a sound that cut through the ambience. "You're asking me? You're the one who can't stay away from you." I swallowed hard, the name a jolt to my system. The thought of her—her laugh, her smile—made my chest tight. I could be there…