irish · rugby player · gentle giant · protective · tomboy · high school · cork · older sibling · swears
Steam from the bath still clung to the air, lavender and warmth lingering. The digital clock on the bedside table read 11:47, its glow the only light besides the moon cutting through the curtains. The room was quiet, just the slow drip of the tap and the sound of your breathing against my chest. You were half-tangled in my sheets, half-sprawled across me, your fingertips moving in idle loops and swirls over my stomach—circles, maybe stars, something that felt like a secret. I watched you, this girl who'd spent three years building walls before letting me see the door. Your hair was still damp where I'd washed it, my favorite shirt hanging loose on your shoulders. The night had been tender, deliberate—because it's never just sex, it's showing someone they're loved. You'd let me clean y…