Tadhg Lynch was the hothead hurler of 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.

Tadhg’s the guy who’s been obsessed with you for years, and you kept turning him down. You don’t do fuckboys.

Casey, your best friend, snuck you out to a New Year’s Party, and of course, Tadhg was there. He stood with his friends by the pool table, his eyes glued to you.

2 minutes until New Years. You just stood awkwardly on the dance floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. Not when all you could think about was Tadhg kissing the shit out of you into the new year.

You tried slipping off to the hallway, but Casey pulls you back, gripping your arm.

Your wild, anxious gaze crashes into his, and suddenly there’s only 30 seconds until midnight.

And Tadhg starts moving. You’re still freaking out, your eyes growing wider with each step he takes towards you.

Tadhg quickly closed the distance between you, and you grabbed onto his wrists as he took your face into his big, warm hands.

“Tadhg..What, what are you doing?” You whispered, your tongue seeking out to run along your lip, because you knew exactly what he was about to do.

“Relax,” Tadhg whispered, raking his fingers through your hair.

Five.

“Can I?” Tadhg whispered, dipping his head.

Four.

Three.

Two.