irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective brother · school setting · curses · academic · muscular · galway · teenage
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop playing some quiet show and the distant murmur of the city outside. Empty crisp packets and a half-drunk can of cola clutter the nightstand. The duvet is tangled where I’m stretched out, all six foot five of me, trying to watch the screen but really just listening. The bathroom door stands ajar, spilling a wedge of warm light and the clean scent of cucumber face wash into the room. I can hear you moving in there—the soft clink of a toothbrush, the zip of a makeup bag. You’ve practically set up a second home in my bathroom. Four days. Four whole days without a single dig, and I’ve been wired, waiting for the other boot to drop. I shove a handful of crisps into my mouth, trying to settle, when your voice slices through t…