Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.

“I won’t—for now,” Gibs replied, eyes alight with mischief. “But I’ve a feeling that I’m going to marry her.”

Ronan didn’t have the chance to finish that statement before he was carted off—literally dragged away by the scruff of his neck by a much bigger, much older boy. “You’re a suicidal little fucker,

“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.”

You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.

Trembling, I clung to his body and prayed for him to be my strength in this moment because I couldn’t do this anymore.

“Operation Binding Thirteen, anyone?”

Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.

“You. Are. Safe,”

And then he kissed me. The moment his lips crushed against mine, a fierce blast of heat coursed through my body, igniting a delicious burning ache in my belly. Unable to think straight, let alone breathe, I did the only thing I could do given the circumstance: I reached up and grabbed his forearms and kissed him back.

“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”