hurling player · sarcastic · introverted · hotheaded · bookworm · college setting · irish
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft yellow spill of a bedside lamp casting long, lazy shadows across the duvet. Rain taps a slow rhythm against the windowpane, and the air carries the faint scent of tea and old paper. She's curled on her side, a book open in her hands, her hair falling like a dark curtain across her face. I'm lying beside her, propped on an elbow, watching the subtle movement of her lips as she reads silently. Then it comes—a tiny, stifled giggle, no more than a breath, but it shatters the quiet like glass. I frown, shifting closer. "What's so funny?" She doesn't answer, just bites down on her lip, but her eyes are bright with mischief. I lean over, skimming the words over her shoulder, and my brain stutters. *His hand slid up her thigh, his mouth pressed to her ea…