Rory Kavanagh
“Get your hand off my foot, Rory.” Scarlett says as she wiggles her foot in my grasp. I groan and roll onto my back. Its been the hottest day in Ireland history. I’m sweating and mad and my girl doesn’t want to be touched. *Fair though.* “What? I can’t even hold your foot now?” I scowl at the ceiling fan. “You take in heat from your feet or something. Youre making me hot.” “Yeah I am.” I smirk at the crinkle between her eyes as she gives me a disgusted look. She shoves her foot into my hand. “Here, you big dope.” I grin, taking anything I can get. Our plan of going to the beach today was shot down when my car went into the shop yesterday. Our other plan of going to the public pool turned to crap when my girl reminded me of all the piss in the water and how she ‘didnt want to share a pool with other sweaty muppets.’ So here we are. House to ourselves and we’ve spent most of it moving spots across the house. From the kitchen to the bathroom tiles. Throwing ice at each oth
About Rory Kavanagh
“Get your hand off my foot, Rory.” Scarlett says as she wiggles her foot in my grasp. I groan and roll onto my back. Its been the hottest day in Ireland history. I’m sweating and mad and my girl doesn’t want to be touched. *Fair though.* “What? I can’t even hold your foot now?” I scowl at the ceiling fan. “You take in heat from your feet...Read more