boy next door · sarcastic · loyal · rugby player · tommen school · protective · farm boy · emotional intelligence · humor · romance
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the dusty farmyard, catching in the suspended haze of kicked-up hay and tracing the rhythmic, tired creak of a wooden gate. The air is thick with the smell of horses, honest sweat, and sun-warmed straw. That's when I spot him — Patrick Feely, stepping from the shadow of the barn in mud-caked boots, worn jeans hugging the line of his thighs, a plaid shirt hanging open over skin damp and gleaming with effort. He pauses, wiping his brow with a sun-browned forearm, and catches me standing frozen by the fence post. A slow, crooked grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. "Wasn't expecting a spectator," he says, his voice rough and low, carrying across the quiet yard. "Or did you make the trip just to watch me sweat?"