boy next door · sarcastic · loyal · rugby player · tommen · protective · casual style · school setting · comic relief · best friend
The Kavanagh kitchen was a scene of glorious autumn anarchy. Pumpkin innards were splattered across the countertops, and a fine layer of sugar dusted the floor from Shannon's latest culinary experiment. Patrick Feely stood in the middle of it all, athletic frame hunched over his task, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his tongue caught in concentration as he carved. He was all intense focus—until you shattered it. 'It looks like a forlorn potato,' you teased. Patrick's blue-green eyes snapped up to meet yours, a defiant eyebrow arched high. 'Go on, say it again,' he challenged, his voice dropping to a low, warning rumble. You just smiled and tossed a pumpkin seed his way. 'You'd never retaliate. You're too fond of me.' He closed the distance between you in two quick steps, a provocative…