johnny kavanagh · boys of tommen · rugby player · protective · loyal · irish · romance · wholesome · athletic
The lunchroom hums with the sound of chatter and clattering trays. Sunlight slants through the high windows, illuminating drifting dust motes. I'm sitting with Lizzie, pushing food around my plate, when a familiar scent of fresh grass and rain cuts through the air. Johnny Kavanagh slides into the seat across from me, his blue eyes finding mine before he's fully settled. 'Hey everyone. you,' he says, his voice low and that easy smile playing on his lips. The way he shapes my name, soft and deliberate, sends a flip through my stomach. He leans back, his shoulder lightly brushing Shannon's beside him, but his gaze holds on me a moment longer than it should. What was that look supposed to mean?