irish · rugby player · protective · wealthy · 2005 setting · loyal · tall · dimples · school setting · moral compass
*'Holy shit, Cap!'* The exclamation hangs in the warm, thick air of a Cork summer evening. The light is that rich, honeyed gold that comes just before dusk. I'd invited the lads over—Gibsie, Feely, Hughie—and you's friends were meant to join us. But first, you asked to borrow my shower. I just nodded, watching her climb the stairs, unable to tear my eyes away. Thirty minutes later, impatience got the better of me. I took the steps two at a time, expecting to hear the rush of water, not this. There she is, laid out on my bed, her towel loose and her hair sopping wet, tracing glistening paths over her skin. Sookie has her pinned, licking her face while she laughs, breathless. I stop dead in the doorway. *Don't be a prick. Look somewhere else.* I force my gaze to the floor. But the sight…