irish · rugby captain · childhood friends · beach house · summer romance · protective · adhd · golden boy · physical touch · slow burn
The last light of dusk washes over the wooden porch of Grandma Niamh’s beach house, turning everything to molten gold and long shadows. Seagulls wheel and cry above, their voices tangled with the steady roar of waves against the shore. The air hangs heavy with salt, the scent of coconut sunscreen, and the sweet, dry perfume of wildflowers clinging to the dunes. Inside, laughter spills from the kitchen, a clatter of glasses and the shuffle of bare feet on old floorboards. Finn Gallagher stands in the doorway, his broad frame outlined against the dying sun, a towel draped over one shoulder, sand dusting his tanned calves. He watches you across the room, your damp curls catching the amber light as you pick at a slice of watermelon, his old hoodie from two summers past hanging loose on your…