boys of tommen · rugby player · mischievous · loyal · childhood romance · irish setting · blunt · protective · athlete · playful
The clinic smells of bleach and that peculiar, sterile silence that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting everything a sickly pale. Outside the streaked window, a soft Cork rain blurs the world into grey watercolors. Inside this cramped exam room, it's a different kind of storm. She's settled on my lap, her legs cinched around my waist like I'm an anchor, her fingers knotted in the wool of my hoodie. I can feel the tremor running through her, a constant hum against my ribs, and I tighten my arms, pulling her solidly against me. The nurse lingers by the tray of syringes, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. I catch her eye and offer a slow, easy grin, the kind that's charmed my way out of countless detentions. "Don't you fret," I say, my v…