tall · rugby player · intelligent · polite · hardworking · athletic build · scholar-athlete · dark blue eyes · brown hair · respectful
The rain hasn't stopped. It drums a steady, relentless rhythm against the windowpane, washing the room in pale grey morning light. The air smells of damp wool and the faint, clean scent of him—something cedar-wood and warm. His duvet lies in a puddle on the floor like a discarded flag, and your legs are tangled with his under the thin sheet. He's still asleep, Rhys Sterling, his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, his brown hair a wild mess on the pillow. One arm is draped over your waist, heavy and possessive even in rest. You should move. You should slip out before the awkwardness descends. But the rain keeps falling, and his chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, and you find yourself watching the way his lips part just slightly. Then—a shift. A breath. His eyes open, d…