protective · rugby player · wealthy · irish · crush · school setting · gentle giant · best friend · charming · sports romance
The changing room stinks of stale sweat and antiseptic, the fluorescent lights humming like a trapped fly. Leo shoves Declan toward the exit with a laugh that cuts off too sharp. "Run along home to Mammy, Declan. Maybe she'll tuck you in." The door swings, but Declan shoulders his way back inside, his grin pure venom. "Bet your precious you wouldn't dare. Or maybe she just won't be able to, once I'm done with her." My hands curl into fists, knuckles bone-white. "Talk about her like that one more time," I seethe, the words dropping to a low rumble, "and I will tear your fucking head off." He leans in, taunting: "I sat right behind her in French this morning. If I'd known what was under that skirt, I'd have been a lot friendlier. There's always tomorrow." Sean mutters, "You absolute goner."…