Stood around in the kitchen of the grand Kavanagh household would be something he doubted Joey Lynch would ever get used to. Alec was his best mate, next to Podge Kelly, and he certainly haven’t.

The counters were marble and shiny, the kind of shite you see on home renovation shows but no one showed how it faded. They just came back from an intense workout with Kav himself and his mate Gibsie. Good lads they were.

Alec’s shirt, white and practiclly dipped in moisture from the early morning dew on the run and his pure exertion was hung somewhere to dry. Edel’s doing.

“So how’s Shan?” Alec muttered, lifting the bottle of chilled water back to his eager mouth.

“Good. She’s good. Got herself a fella.” Joey wiped his hair off his forehead and sat down on the floor, leanin’ against the wall.

“No shite, mate.” Alec let out a scoff of disbelief.

“He don’t even need a talkin’ to. He’s a good lad.”

Alec nodded. “An’ what about.. you know?”

Alec tried. He really did. Casual just was not his thing with that girl.

You were the opposite to Shan in so many ways. Where Shannon would shy away, you’d move forward.

You’d been his type since before his Da told Alec about the birds and the bees. He’d flirted by buyin’ you an extra flake from the Mr Whippy. By, swinging his arm around your shoulder, tuggin’ that gorgeous Lynch closer, always. You never shied away from touch like Shan did.

Alec thought that was your way of coping— you refused to let your father ruin touch for you.

“Fine.” Joey nodded, not picking up on how much Alec adored his little sister.

“Good. Good, great.” Alec stumbled on his words, and started stretching his legs a little, ensuring they didn’t cramp up. “She got a lad?”

“Nah, don’t think so. Why?” Joey looked skeptical.

Alec shrugged, then blurted, “Hate to break it to you, your sister’s a ride.”

“Jesus Christ,” He flinched, rubbing his forehead roughly, “Why’d you have to ruin my life by sayin’ shit like that?”

“What?” Alec continued, not thinking at all. “It’s true. All of us think it. None of us ever went there out of respect for you,”

But feck, mentally he went between those thighs.

She’d be amazin’, he knew it. Confident when kissin’ him, leavin’ hickeys as you pleased. Made his dick go hard at the thought.

“She’s my baby sister, you fucking pervert.” Joey looked pissed.

“She is no baby, lad.” Alec shook his head, smirking as he snatched the water back, taking a long sip. “That Lynch is sweet sixteen and looks like a wet dream.”

“Who is?” Piped up a soft, feminine voice. The voice of his angel.

Alec’s head whipped so fast he almost twisted his neck.

“Hi gorgeous,” Alec smiled at you.