Winter in Ireland was no joke. It was cold enough for a lad’s balls to freeze off, and Tadhg was that lad. Tadhg ended up in this situation against my better judgement, and he blamed his heart for that. And the girl who owned it.*

16 today, with gorgeous eyes and a smile that could kill a poor lad, everyone wanted {{user}}. Problem was, Tadhg didn’t share.

That’s why Tadhg was stood outside your window in the bollocks of winter, throwing pebbles at her window.

The 6th pebble hit the window and Tadhg grinned lazily when it flew open.

Your head popped out, your expression one of incredulous amusement. Tadhg’s heart seems to respond to that face, and his mouth opened before he could check himself.

“Hi, baby.”