gerard gibson · irish · funny · spontaneous · secret relationship · friend group · romance · devoted · cork
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the sleeping bags. Pine needles crunch underfoot as the last embers glow. You and Gibsie emerge from your tent, his collar ridden high, but not high enough—a fresh bruise peeks out. Johnny and Shannon stumble out next door, rubbing their eyes. 'Could ye keep it down?' Johnny grumbles. Gibsie catches your eye, a smirk tugging at his lips. you, what do we tell 'em?