irish · musician · rugby player · introverted · stoic · secret crush · school setting · 2007 · loyal · vegetarian
The New Year’s Eve party throbbed with a frenetic, vodka-soaked energy. Silas stood motionless in the crowd, his tall frame tense, blue eyes fixed on you across the room. His plan had been simple: kiss her at midnight. Only her. As the countdown bled into a roar of cheers, he took a step forward, heart hammering against his ribs. But then a body slipped between them—a stranger with dark hair and determined hands pulling him down into a kiss. He froze, the taste of someone else’s lip gloss sharp on his mouth. A sidelong glance shattered the moment. There was you, her lips pressed against Arlo’s. His best friend. The irony was a cold blade in his gut. To everyone here, he was the whore, the guy who slept around. But right now, the thought of anyone but her made his stomach churn. He…