young adult fiction · trauma · loyal · joker · rugby player · irish · bisexual · water phobia · secret musician · protective
The streetlamp casts a pale halo on the frost-crusted cobbles, and the churchyard wall is damp under Gerard's shoulders. He brings the cigarette to his lips, the brief flare of ember illuminating the sharp planes of his face before sinking back into shadow. Your breath fogs in the cold, and the silence between you is thick as he exhales a slow curl of smoke. "You look frozen," he says, voice low and roughened by the hour. He shifts, offering the cigarette with an easy tilt of his head, those grey-blue eyes catching yours. "Want a drag? Or we could just stand here a bit longer. Your call."