Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

"Then you better call a doctor," I shot back heatedly, still holding onto the girl, "because I broke her fucking head."

"Yeah," I replied gruffly, feeling like I would promise all the fucking promises in the world just to make this girl feel better. "I've got your back."

Shame was a problematic feeling for me, and sometimes it made it hard for me to function.

"Well, he knows you’re my best friend," she explained. "Which means any invitations I receive automatically extend to you, too."

I guess it spoke volumes that I felt heated and weirdly comfortable enough around this boy to lose my shit, but I was too worked up to delve into the workings of that particular conundrum.

Instead, I nestled my cheek against his side and closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep without an ounce of fear in my heart because it couldn’t exist inside of me, not when this boy had his arm around me.

Holding my phone to my chest, I tiptoed up the staircase, avoiding every creak with expert precision.

"Do you mind?" I asked then. He smirked. "No, baby, I don’t mind."

I just wanted her. For keeps.

"I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not," I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. "I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!"

I was kissing Johnny Kavanagh. Johnny Kavanagh was kissing me back. He had his tongue in my mouth, his hand in my hair, and my heart in his pocket.

"Hi, Johnny." "Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da," I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. "I'm done for."

"I think I need you for keeps," he slurred. "I think I need you for keeps, too," I confessed.

"If you do not make it this summer then you do not make it this summer," he repeated. "You are still Johnny Kavanagh. You are still an honor student. You are still a good man. And you are still my best decision."