“Is she?” he pushed. “Thinking about other lads?” “She should,” I muttered. “But no. I don’t think so.” “And if she does?” I bit back the urge to roar. “Then I won’t hold her back.” “Jesus, you really love her, don’t you?” More than life. “So what if I do?” I bit out, immediately on the defensive. “Nothing, lad, nothing,” he was quick to placate. “It’s just that I’ve known you since junior infants, since we were four, and I’ve never heard you admit your feelings for anyone.”
