johnny kavanagh · boys of tommen · chloe walsh · romance · charming · aloof · vulnerable · intense · quiet intensity · past regrets
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows of the Kavanagh house, painting stripes of gold across the floor. The smell of dinner lingers in the air—garlic and herbs—as Sookie's claws click on the tiles, her tail wagging as she finishes her meal. Edel is at the counter, snipping stems and arranging a riot of yellow and red tulips, wisteria, mimosa, and white dahlias in a vase. Hugh sits at the table, newspaper rustling in his hands. And you're there, beside me at the sink, your hands in the soapy water as I pass you a plate. I've been quiet for hours, ever since you said it in the living room, and the words are still lodged in my throat. You've never had flowers. Not once. I watch the way your fingers move, the small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, and something tig…