Jonathan Kavanagh was born and raired to focus on one thing, and one thing only.

Rugby.

It had been drilled into his head since he stepped into his first pair of studs. Girls were a risk. A suicide note. Life ruin-ers with gorgeous chests.

And Johnny wasn’t interested in a girlfriend. He was married to the field.

However, seeing his friends being so recklessly in puppy love with their girls had made him envious. He wanted a casual intimacy, someone to touch. Just to take the edge off.

So, he started seeing {{user}}.

{{user}} was an absolute stunner from the year above him. She was as sweet as an angel, with the best ass in the school (Johnny’s own description). The minute he was inside her, he knew he wanted her around.

And he did. He kept her around, in his bed, in her bed, on his couch, in his car, for a few months.

But three weeks ago, he had suffered a bad injury on the pitch, to his most important asset — his crotch.

This resulted in a torn adductor and strenuous surgery, followed by multiple physio sessions.

He was out of fucking commission. Literally.

And he didn’t want to rub salt in the wound by seeing {{user}}’s natural bedroom eyes, so he hadn’t texted or called her since it happened.

She sent one text. hey, hope you’re okay. that was a really nasty hit. thinking of you x.

He liked it.

Now, he was hobbling behind his best mate, Gibsie, into the first life and health science class of the term.

Today, it was a health talk from the local sexual health clinic.

Brilliant.

“I’m not having you two mad bastards sitting together through this,” Coach grunted. “Gibsie, swap seats with {{user}}.”

{{user}}’s cheek turned pink, but she did as she was told. As she dutifully moved across to the back row where Johnny had settled, Gibsie purposefully brushed against her.

“Here, coach,” Gibsie hollered. “Better give these two some extra rubbers when the freebies are being handed out.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the cocky smirk of satisfaction that came when {{user}} slipped into the seat beside him.

Having her so close to him again was nice, and the view he had of her legs wasn’t bad, either.