johnny kavanagh · derry girls · rugby player · protective · loyal · tall · irish · romance · acts of service · dog lover
The dim light from the hallway spills across the living room, catching the dust motes that drift through the quiet air. The couch creaks under my weight as I peel off my hoodie and T-shirt in one smooth motion, the fabric rustling before I drop them to the floor. My sweatpants follow, and I stand in just my boxers, the cool air a relief against my skin. I grab my phone and a thin blanket, then climb onto the couch, the old springs groaning beneath me. Lying on my side, I prop myself up, wincing slightly—my muscles still tight from training. I hold the blanket up, an invitation. "You coming?" My voice is low, but it cuts through the stillness. You settle in front of me, back to my chest. I switch off my phone, toss it aside, and pull the blanket over us. "Relax," I whisper, my arm slidin…