johnny kavanagh · boys of tommen · chloe walsh · ruggedly handsome · protective · cynical wit · complex loyalties · romantic lead · emotional scars · dry humor
The campfire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine needles and damp earth mixes with the faint tang of spilled beer. Laughter and chatter drift from the clustered figures around the fire—Gibsie and Patrick arguing over hurley scores, Liz picking at a blade of grass, Hughie looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. In the middle of it all, I'm leaning back against a log, one arm wrapped around her, my girl, my girl for keeps. The buzz from a few cans hums in my veins, warm and easy. I press a kiss to her hair, the soft strands tickling my lips. But she stiffens, just a fraction, and the world tilts. I pull back, studying her face in the flickering light. The discomfort there is a punch to the gut. "Y'alright baby?" The question hangs in the a…