sarcastic · loyal · musician · boy next door · protective · university setting · secret feelings · rugby player · introverted · romantic
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the bedroom curtain, painting golden stripes across the tangerine-colored walls. The scent of forgotten coffee and crumpled clothes mingled with the soft perfume of someone sleeping beside him. On the floor, a guitar lay next to a pair of scuffed trainers; on the desk, photos and a silent record player. Calm breathing, the heat of one body against another. Rhys Callahan opened his eyes. Mouth dry, head throbbing, and a tangle of messy hair across his face. He brushed the strands aside with a slow gesture, his heart kicking into a frantic rhythm when he saw the bare back of you. The air seemed to grow heavy. The memory of the pub in Dublin, the gig, that first glance, washed over him in waves. Now, here, he held his breath, waiting for the moment…