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Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
His grin widened as he tossed the apple up in the air. “You sound surprised,” he added, catching the apple effortlessly.
Haha, something about this Gibsie character that I just love. He's cute and loves Claire.
“Well,” I mused. “It’s fifteen miles to my house. So, between the money, threatening to cut off Ronan’s penis, and the spin home, I think we can call it quits.”
There you go Shan, this is how you should be talking with Johnny. Open up, relax a little, and just be your natural self. I like this Shannon.
Johnny barked out a laugh and held the door open, gesturing with his hand. “Come on, Shannon like the river. Get in my car.”
I needed to forget about him. And I would. I hoped.
No you wont, silly girl.
“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
“Whoa,” I breathed when we were alone in the hallway. “You really do have some serious pull at school.” I turned around to face him and once again had to crane my head back to see his face. “That was kind of epic.”
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?”
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”
Sweet Johnny boy, if only you knew that it was her pos father.
“But I didn’t know what playing rugby meant to you then.” “And now you do?” he asked, voice low, tone gruff. “Now you think you get it?” “No, not really.” I chewed on my lip before adding, “But I understand fear, which makes it easier for me to understand why you would feel the need to play through the pain.”
“I’m taking you home now,” he said as he slid my schoolbag off my shoulders and slung it over his left shoulder. My eyes widened. “No, no, you don’t have—” “I’m taking you home,” he repeated, blue eyes locked on mine. “Let’s go.”
“Come on,” he said in a coaxing tone as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, tucked me into his side, and led me out of school. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
“You sure as shit did something to her,” I snarled. “And when you fuck with her, you fuck with me.”
I love this man!
“You like the girl,” he continued to taunt. “Maybe you even loooooooovv—”
You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.
“There’s no contract hanging over my head like there is his, asshole,” Gibsie seethed, pushing back with his forehead. “I have no fucking problem stepping in on Kav’s behalf and kicking the ever-loving shit out of your turncoat ass.”
Everyone needs a Gibsie.
Straight to your house because I wanna fuck your sister,
Whoa Johnny boy, simmer down. Lol
“Joey, we can’t go over there,” I pleaded. “Please.” “Shannon Lynch,” Joey said in a teasing tone. “Are you blushing?” “No,” I grumbled. “You know it’s okay by me if you like him, don’t you?” Joey chuckled. “I’m not that kind of brother. All I want you to do is be careful. I’ve told you what he’s about. He’ll be gone in the summer so it’s up to you if you want to get hung up on something temporary.”
Such a good big brother. :)
“I’m going to hug you,” Johnny whispered in my ear. “Tell me if that’s not okay.”
“Hold me,” I sobbed, burying my face in his neck. “Don’t let go.” “Okay.” One of his large hands cupped the back of my head and the other moved to my back as he held me to his chest, slowly rocking me on his lap. “I won’t,” he whispered, folding me up in his arms.
He was big and solid and warm and I liked the feel of him beside me. A little while later, when my eyes began to droop, he lifted his arm, and I didn’t even flinch when it came down around my shoulder. 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.
Most importantly, she didn’t look at me like I was a meal ticket. She looked right through all the bullshit. Seeing me. Seeing only me. And that made me want to move some shit around and place her slap-bang in the middle of my world.
Because she was addictive. And I was obsessed.
If she was here, then she was here with me. She was mine and I didn’t want to share.
Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.
“I thought you liked me,” I strangled out. “Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.” Exhaling a pained groan, he added, “But I’ll be eighteen in May, Shannon.”
So much for not bulldozing. They might as well slap a CAT sticker on my forehead and switch on my hazards, I seemed to do so much of it around this girl.
“You would do that for me?” she asked, voice soft. I would do pretty much anything for you.
“Can I get you something?” she quickly asked. “What would you like to eat?” You. I would like to eat you, Shannon.
Masochistic or not, if I turned back and looked at those midnight blue eyes again, I was going to drown in them.
She was worth it all.
With a devilish grin etched on his face, Johnny leaned into my ear and whispered, “I reckon I can make those pretty cheeks of yours turn pink.”
I knew I was too old for her. I knew she was too sweet and pure to be dragged into the limelight that came with my life. And I knew that she was too fucking broken for a guy like me to get tangled up with. But I already felt like I was drowning with her. That’s how consumed I was in this girl. That’s how much I loved her. Fuck.
“Why are you sorry?” I breathed, trembling from head to toe. He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up. “Because I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered. And then he kissed me.
“Am I doing it right?” I breathed against his lips, feeling achingly aware of my inexperience. “More than right,” he assured me, claiming my mouth once again. “This is my first kiss,” I moaned against his lips. “You’re fucking perfect,” he assured me, filling my mouth with his hot tongue.
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
