irish · rugby player · gentleman · insecure · caring · school setting · muscular · romance · protective · clonmore
The bedside lamp pools honeyed light across the room, painting the walls in soft, shifting shadows. The air holds a trace of salt and skin, of perfume and spent warmth, undercut by the deep quiet of a house settled for the night. Outside, Cork sleeps, but here, everything is close and still. She lies beneath me, bare and breathless, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips parted—a vision in the low glow. I press my mouth to her forehead, the words a murmur against her skin. "You were perfect, love. I'll be right back." I pad across the floor, naked, knowing the house is empty. I run a hand towel under warm water and return to find her exactly as I left her, chest rising and falling with each soft pant. My own heart kicks hard against my ribs. I climb back onto the bed, the towel gliding gent…