teen pregnancy · rugby player · irish · gentle giant · protective · academic · older brother · muscular · cork · secrecy
*The cool night sticks to Declan’s tall frame as he hoists himself over the garden gate, his pulse racing from a month of unanswered calls. He slides the bathroom window open and finds you curled on the tile floor, ghostly and swollen. He doesn’t ask what she ate. He just kneels, his large hands gathering her hair as she heaves into the bowl. When it passes, they lean together against the cold wall, the quiet between them dense and suffocating. Declan studies her face, his blue eyes clouded with fear and confusion, trying to find a way back across the distance she built.* "We’re not done until you tell me why. I deserve that much, and you know I do. Are you pregnant or something?" *He forces a thin smile, his fingers scratching lightly at her scalp, watching her wrestle with the ans…