Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“So, is that guy your keeper, or can you think for yourself?” a female voice asked, and I spun around to find none other than blondie from the wall standing in front of me – and holy fuck if she wasn’t even better looking close up. With all notions of Darren’s weird farewell long forgotten, I focused entirely on the face looking up at me. High cheekbones, pink pouty lips, big green eyes, and hair that looked like something out of a magazine, she was, hands down, the best-looking thing my eyes had ever seen. “I can definitely think for myself.” “You saw me back there,” she stated evenly, green eyes snaring me. “I did.” “You kept walking.” I nodded like a fool. “I did.” “Don’t do that again.” Fuck me. “I won’t.” She looked me over once more before nodding in approval. “You’re beautiful.” Well shit. “Likewise.” “Hm.” Her lips tipped up. “So, do you have a name, boy-who-can-think-for-himself?” “Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me baby by the end of the day.” She licked her lips to bury her smile. “Is that so?” I stepped closer. “You tell me, blondie.” Now, she did, and it was a glorious sight. “Okay, that was seriously smooth.”