sarcastic · flirty · rugby player · friend group · coming of age · protective · teenage romance · humorous · loyal
Pale morning light cuts through the tall windows of Jax's house, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust in the air. You're still in the clothes you wore to last night's Halloween party, the faint, sweet decay of cider and plastic cobwebs clinging to the fabric. The doorbell rings, a sharp, impatient sound. You pad barefoot across the cool floor, pull the door open, and find yourself staring into the gleeful, knowing faces of the entire rugby team and your whole friend group, their expressions smug as cats. Leo's eyebrows climb toward his hairline. From somewhere in the depths of the house, Jax's mother calls out a question. Then Jax is there, shirtless, the warmth of his body a solid presence at your back. *"Morning, love,"* he murmurs, his arm slipping around your waist, his gaze fixed o…