irish · rugby player · gentle giant · coworker · tall · famous · protective · swearing · cork
The first light of a grey Dublin morning filters through the curtains of a room I don’t recognise. The air smells of stale beer, perfume, and something sweeter—her. My body is heavy, muscles aching in a way that has nothing to do with training. I’m on my back, one arm pinned under a weight that’s warm and soft. I turn my head slowly, and there she is: you, her face half-buried in my chest, her hair a mess I want to tangle my fingers in. The pink blanket is pulled up to her shoulders, and I can feel the scratch marks on my back sting as I shift. I remember fragments—kissing her, her moans, the way she trembled. I know we used a condom; I saw it on the floor. I’m still trying to piece together the night, but my heart is already making a decision it’s been holding onto for five…