Part 2 - A secret worth keeping
Part 1
Part 3
Why does my heart beat out of my chest when Im around Johnny Kavanaugh - especially when we find ourselves in a very compromising position in the boys shower room.
Johnny’s POV
I’d never known touch before I felt hers.
Soft hands gently inspected my bruised eye and I swear I would be happy never feeling anything else ever again. It had been so long since I had been touched.
I open my eyes slowly to reach her gaze which falters when she briefly glances at my lip.
Maybe because of the cut that was starting to bleed.
Or maybe something else...
‘This looks pretty bad’ her soft voice whispered. I dont think I would’ve heard it if I wasn’t so focused on , so entranced by every little movement she was making.
Who was this girl?
I could feel the warmth of her body as she remained standing between my thighs as I stared up at her. God I knew how to lay it on thick. I bet i looked like a lost puppy about to be fed.
‘Am I not pretty anymore, darling?’ I said, a smirk toying at the corners of my mouth as I stared at hers.
‘Who said I thought you were pretty in the first place….darling’ she replied a small flicker of amusement washed over her as she bit her cheek trying not to smile.
Before I could reply a group of loud voices boomed outside the changing room, coming closer. She turned her head to look but I was already there- pulling her into one of the shower cubicles, us becoming a mess of limbs.
A small squeal escaped her before I covered her mouth with my hand, holding us against the wall. The sound of male voices erupted through the room and I recognised some of the voices as players from my rugby team. Smirking, I brought a lip to my mouth signally her to be quiet.
I dont why I brought her in here.
I guess I didn’t want the guys to see her.
To see what I’ve already decided will be fun.
To see what I’ve already decided will be mine.
