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“Barely,” she whispered with a wince, blue eyes burning holes in mine, studying me with more clarity now. “You have terrible aim.”
I laughed at her words.
They were so far from the truth that I couldn’t help it.
“Well, that’s a first,” I mused. “I’m not used to being criticized about my ability to kick a ball.”
I wasn’t a natural ten, but I had a decent aim and the ability to kick from long range when necessary.
“Yeah,” she croaked out. “Well, your ability to kick a ball almost killed me.”
“Fair point,” I acknowledged, cringing.
Without thinking twice about what I was doing, I reached up and tucked her hair behind her ears. I felt her tremble from the contact and quickly scolded myself for the move.
Don’t touch her, dickhead.
Keep your hands off.
“Your voice is strange,” she announced then, blue eyes locked on mine.
I frowned. “My voice?”
She nodded slowly, then groaned and cupped her face once more. “Your accent,” she clarified, breathing hard. “It’s not a Cork accent.” She was still clutching her head but she was more alert now.
“That’s because I’m not from Cork,” I replied, unable to stop myself from reaching up and smoothing back a piece of her hair. “I was born and raised in Dublin,” I heard myself explain, tucking the rogue tendril behind her ear. “I moved down to Cork with my parents when I was eleven.”
“So, you’re a Dub,” she stated, clearly amused at the information. “A Jackeen.”
I scoffed at the term and tossed back one of my own. “And you’re a culchie.”
“My cousins live in Dublin,” she told me.
“Oh yeah? Where about?”
“Clondalkin, I think,” she replied. “What about you?”
“Blackrock.”
“The south side?” Her smile widened, eyes more alert now. “You’re a posh boy.”
I cocked a brow. “Do I look posh to you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know you enough to say.”
No, she didn’t.
“Well, I’m not,” I added, uncomfortable at the thought of her making a preemptive judgment of me.
I shouldn’t care.
Hell, I never normally cared.
So why was I sulking over it now?
“I believe you.” Her small voice broke through my thoughts. “You could never be posh.”
“And why’s that?”
