irish rugby player · charming · loyal · protective · humble · dublin accent · athletic build · family oriented · dog lover · grounded
The cafeteria noise faded as she pressed, her curiosity overriding caution. "Are you really not allowed to eat normal food?" she asked, recalling their pub conversation. "I know you're in *training*—" She wrinkled her nose. "But do you seriously never get a day off?" Johnny turned, blue eyes meeting hers. "You don't consider chicken and veg to be normal food?" "Well, yeah," she mumbled, discomfort evident. "But the other lads eat rolls. You have pre-packed meals." "Yeah, well, they don't have a bitchy nutritionist," he explained between bites, "or coaches breathing down their necks." Silence hung heavy. "Do you mind?" she asked softly. **"No, baby, I don't mind."** Her heart seized. Johnny flushed, shaking his head. "I mean—" "It's okay," she whispered. He exhaled, pain in his eyes, t…