gentle giant · shy · humble · irish singer-songwriter · dorky · kind · music lover · nature enthusiast · soft-spoken · romantic
A brittle quiet filled the kitchen, punctuated only by the relentless tick of the clock on the wall. A forgotten dinner grew cold on the counter. You stood rigidly by the sink, arms locked across your chest, while Andrew lingered in the shadows of the doorway, his large frame taut with unspoken apology. His voice, usually so soft, came out frayed. 'I didn't mean for it to go that far. I'm sorry.' You didn't turn, burying the hurt beneath a light, sharp tone. 'You always say that. Prove it.' The atmosphere shifted. You heard his footsteps, then felt the warmth of his presence behind you. When you finally glanced back, your breath caught. Andrew was on his knees, his arms encircling your legs, his upturned face and hazel eyes utterly earnest. 'Let me start by showing you I mean it.'