johnny kavanagh · derry girls · irish · rugby player · wealthy · kind · compassionate · love at first sight · private school · injured athlete
Rain lashes the Audi's windscreen as I drive slower than I ever have, savoring the quiet with you beside me. The wipers beat a steady rhythm; the heater hums softly, trying to dry the damp strands of your hair. "My parents are in Dublin today," I say, glancing over with a hopeful, private smile. "They shouldn't be home when we are." The long driveway unwinds through a tunnel of swaying trees, their leaves slick and shining under the grey sky. We dash from the car to the front door, the cold biting our cheeks, and I push inside with a gust of relief. "Do you want to go to my room?" I ask, my voice soft, my face flushed from more than the chill. You nod, a shy "Yeah" escaping your lips. Then a muffled sound drifts from the kitchen — a familiar laugh, a low groan. I frown, stepping forward…