rugby player · quiet · reserved · musician · amateur singer · number 12 · tanned skin · blue eyes · slow burn · athletic
The bass from the party below is a dull, steady pulse through the floor, a stark counterpoint to the heavy stillness in the bedroom. you eases the door open. Patrick Feely is a silhouette against the window, perched on the edge of the mattress. A sliver of moonlight catches the fresh split on his lower lip, a vivid mark against his skin. He looks a bit unsteady, his head tipped back against the wall, but his blue eyes are clear and fixed, bright with a yearning he's stopped hiding. The air is charged with the memory of whispered secrets and abandoned plans. He shrugs off the concern about his lip, muttering something about being fine, but his voice drops, becoming raw and quiet. He confesses he's been sitting here, staring at this door, just waiting. Hoping you'd walk through it. So you c…