Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler for Tommen College. He was popular, but he didn’t care. He was rich, but he didn’t act like it. The girls all loved him and the guys were all jealous of him.

You knew all about the hotheaded hurler. More disturbingly, you knew who his father was. 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.

So why were you in his bedroom? Worse than that, you were snooping through his stuff.

“See anything ya like?” His deep voice came from close behind you, his tone full of sarcasm. “Never would’ve put you down for a snoop, shorty.”

You turned around to face him and raised an eyebrow, trying to act as unaffected as possible. That wasn’t so easy though. Not when he so casually unbuttoned his school shirt like it was a perfectly normal thing to do around a girl. “W-what are you doing?”

“Getting changed.”

Your eyes widened in horror, your cheeks flushing pink. “Do you mind not?”

His eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t stop flicking open the buttons. “You’re in my room.”