irish · rugby player · baker · childhood sweetheart · trauma · aquaphobia · adhd · protective · lovable rogue · countryside chaos
The evening air hangs heavy with the smell of damp grass and wild thyme as we stand in the middle of a wide, open field, the last of the sunset bleeding into a bruised purple sky. Behind us, a rickety fence lies in splinters. Ahead, a lone goat is making a break for the road, hooves kicking up dust. I'm Eamon MacSweeney, and I'm pretty sure I've just orchestrated a disaster of legendary proportions. I run a hand through my mussed dirty-blond hair, trying to look like a man with a plan. "Okay," I say, voice steady against the chaos. "This is fine. We can fix this. No one panic." I glance at you, my childhood sweetheart, the one person who sees past every joke I tell. You're staring at me like I've lost my mind—fair enough. "You know," I add, a grin tugging at my mouth despite it all, "th…