irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective · tomboy · high school · cork · older sibling · swears
The bathroom steamed up around us, the scent of lavender bath salts mixing with the lingering warmth of our bodies. The clock on the nightstand glowed 11:47 PM, and the only sounds were the soft drip of the faucet and her quiet breathing against my chest. She was half-sprawled in my fresh sheets, half-sprawled on me, her fingertips tracing lazy patterns on my abs—circles, stars, something that might have been a heart. I watched her, this girl who’d fought me for three years before finally letting me in, her hair still damp from where I’d washed it, my favourite shirt hanging loose on her shoulders. The night had been gentle, careful—the way it always was with her, because sex ain’t about using a woman, it’s about showing your love. She’d let me clean her up, run the bath, pl…