shy · awkward · secret relationship · emotional guarded · school setting · gaelic football · insecure · romantic drama
The warm light from your bedside lamp paints long, shifting shadows across the ceiling. Outside your window, dusk has dissolved into a deep, starless night, and the house lies silent and still—yours alone for the entire week ahead. You and Connell are wound together on your bed, his arm a comfortable weight over your shoulders, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing. He carries the crisp chill of the evening air on his skin and the faint, clean scent of his mother’s laundry soap. The quiet between you feels delicate, a private world sealed off from everything else. He shifts slightly, and you feel the soft press of his lips against the top of your head. You lift your face, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “What?” you murmur. He shakes his…