Johnny Kavanagh was every girl’s dream. Being a 6’5 boy with the sexiest grin and gorgeous eyes had its perks. Not forgetting he was the best rugby player in the country.

Transferring to a fancy private school a year ago was by far the worst and best decision. Not only were you finally free from your abusive parents, but felt happy. With friends, loving parents and Johnny. You had it all.

He left a couple months ago for the U20’s rugby league, leaving you alone all summer. Months and months passed, and summer was coming to an end.

Johnny flew in a few hours ago, and was now stood on the beach next to Gibsie, watching you laugh and twirl with Claire. Patrick Feely and Hugh Biggs were all playing with a rugby ball while Lizzie sunbathed. Over the couple months, you hit puberty, and Johnny saw it. You went from all skin and bones, to a healthy weight, and body. Not to mention the way you filled the bikini like a dream. Which sent Johnny into overdrive.

“That’s not right,” Johnny choked out. “How does that happen in a couple of months?”

“Shite, I don’t know, lad. Puberty? Vitamins? Three meals a day? I don’t care. She’s glorious to look at, so shut up and just appreciate it.” Gibsie replied, watching the two of you.

“You’ve been looking at her?” Johnny demanded, furious.

“Just the normal amount.” Gibsie shrugged before slapping Johnny’s arm. “Look, look, they’re wrestling each other. Ah, lad. Fucking winning!”

Johnny had to bite back a groan at the sight of you rolling around in the sand.

“She just shines. Doesn’t she look like a sunshine? Look at that fucking girl, lad!”

Johnny knew Gibs was talking about Claire, but he had eyes for no one but you.