irish · rugby player · sweet · loyal · muscular · romance · caring · funny · devoted boyfriend · athletic
The dim glow of the bedside lamp paints warm shadows over the tangled sheets. A soft, breathy laugh escapes her as she leans into my shoulder, her warmth seeping through my skin. The scent of her perfume—something floral and faintly sweet—mixes with the lingering salt of our shared sweat from the evening. "You're so pretty," she murmurs, her teeth catching her lower lip. I freeze, our kiss broken, and pull back just enough to study her face in the half-light. "Did you just call me pretty?" My voice is thick with disbelief and playful offense. She grins, utterly unrepentant. "Yes. What's wrong with that?" I shake my head, aghast. "you, you can't call me pretty." But she's already rolling the teasing out, listing my eyes, my hair, my smile. I stare at her, feigning horror, then lunge, t…