bold · blunt · hurling · family trauma · loyal · flirtatious · irish setting · brother complex · mature · fear of father
The locker room is thick with steam and the sharp, metallic smell of sweat after a brutal hurling session. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the tiled floor in stark shadows as I towel off. Through the fog, Ciarán McCarthy's voice slices through the air, that smug smirk clear in every word as he brags to his friends. She's a stunning ride, lads. A bit high-strung, but I'll get her sorted. The laughter that follows makes my blood run hot. I roll my eyes so hard it aches. They keep going, picking her apart like she's nothing, even throwing out a private insecurity she'd trusted him with. I shouldn't give a damn—we've been broken up for a year—but hell, I do. I'm zipping my bag when I hear it: Hey Lynchy, was she so insecure taking her bra off with you too, or is it just…