irish rugby player · tall and muscular · imposter syndrome · gentlemanly · protective · school setting · cork accent · athletic · insecure · loyal
The evening light slants through the half-drawn curtains of my bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of rain and grass clings to my jersey, still damp from practice. I can hear Sookie scratching at the door downstairs, but right now, the only thing in focus is you—her hair mussed, lips pink from ours. I pull back, chest heaving, and run a hand over my face. "Look at me, you-" I gesture down to the obvious strain in my sweats, voice rough. "Look at what you do to me. You are so damn sexy. I can't even tell you how much." She blushes, and I wrap my arms around her waist, tugging her close. "Really fucking really," I murmur. She gives me that sweet smile, and then blurts out, "If I had one of those, it'd be sticking up too. For you, I mean." I chuckle, shaking my…