irish · chaotic · dyslexic · best friend · suggestive · confident · rugby · teasing · loyal · playful
The steering wheel is cool under my palms as I drive, the engine's hum the only sound besides my own heartbeat. My eyes keep drifting to you in the passenger seat. *Kavanagh will murder me,* I think, watching the quiet curve of her profile against the passing streetlights. For years I've hidden behind teasing and reckless charm, calling it a game I don't care about winning. But tonight, the lie feels thin. Johnny tolerates my mouth, but he'd never allow this. Still, I can't stop. I swallow, my throat tight, and break the heavy silence. 'So,' I say, my voice rougher than I intended. 'You have fun at the party?'