Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. With green eyes, blond curls and the sexiest grin ever, he got anyone he wanted.

You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, he knew you. He knew all the signs. The fact Tadhg managed to escape, but you couldn’t, made something boil inside you. His bad temper, armed with that tidbit homicidal information should’ve been enough to make you turn in your heels and run in the opposite way of this boy.

Instead, you were in his bed, with Tadhg beside you. Your house was an absolute shit show, and you didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Not tonight.

“Your cut looks bad. How did it happen again?” Tadhg murmured, tracing his fingers along your arm.

“I tripped over.”

“You told me you walked into a door.” Tadhg replied, his jaw clenching.

“What?” You frowned.

“You told me you walked into a fucking door.”