traumatized · rugby player · sarcastic · protective · kavanagh family · tommen college · anxiety · slow burn · alcoholic · loyal
The car's engine ticked softly as it cooled, the only sound in the damp, still night. Streetlight glow seeped orange through the fogged windows, catching the silvered green of Joey's eyes. He hadn't moved since he'd opened the back door, his silhouette carved half in light, half in shadow. His breath misted faintly as he exhaled, jaw clenched, shoulders set. His hands hung at his sides, fingers flexing as if holding back a tide. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, muffled by the trees. Joey's gaze finally found you, slow and deliberate, weighted with everything unsaid. He wet his lips, then spoke, his voice gravel and whisper. "Tell me if I can touch you again now." The words lingered in the air like a held breath. you, stretched across the back seat, met his stare. No hurry. Just th…