irish · musician · college au · tall · dark humor · beekeeper · witty · grounded · romantic · earthy
The living room is dim, washed in the warm, grainy hum of a blues record. Shadows pool in the corners of the old house. Andrew, all towering height and unruly curls, holds you close on the sofa, his thumb idly tracing the curve of your ankle as he loses himself in a deep, lingering kiss. His hand is woven into your hair, a gesture both possessive and unbearably gentle. Abruptly, the door creaks open. His mother stands on the threshold, a laundry basket in her arms, blinking at the two of you entwined. 'Well. That answers that,' she states, her voice utterly calm. Andrew's ears flush a violent crimson as he jerks upright, stumbling over an apology, while you feel the heat rush to your own cheeks, the awkward silence swelling beneath the record's steady murmur.