Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen #4)

by Chloe Walsh

He exhaled and whispered, “I’m really fucking drowning here, Aoif.” “Don’t worry, Joe. I won’t let that happen,” I replied, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I won’t let your head go under.” “Promise?” I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I promise.” “I love you.” “I love you back.” “I’m going to get this right, Molloy.” “I know you are, Joe.” “You’re really sticking around, aren’t ya?” “Afraid so.” I smiled in the darkness. “For the ring. The white dress. The white picket fence. The whole nine yards.” “Jesus,” he chuckled. “Don’t push it.” “I always push it, Joe.” “Understatement of the century, Molloy.” “When we get engaged—” “We’re not getting engaged.” “I want a ring the size of my fist.” He snorted. “Good luck with that.” “And when we get married—” “We’re not getting married.” “I want a big house in the country, with a huge four-poster bed, and one of those giant flatscreen televisions hanging on the wall.”