Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Fuck, I had a feeling that her pretty face would be cemented in the fore point of my mind for a very long time.

I hated humans. They were such a disappointment. And to think God switched dinosaurs for man.

I didn’t understand how people could hurt any animals, but especially dogs. They were too good for us. Humans didn’t deserve the love and loyalty dogs gave them.

I was a dog lover. I trusted them. There was something about the way a dog looked at you; they didn’t care if you were a famous rugby player or a homeless person on the streets.

And still, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Midnight fucking blue eyes and painfully accurate words.

I don’t know, Shannon. I don’t fucking know. I have no bleeding clue what’s happening to me. I just know that my gut is telling me not to leave you right now.

“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”

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

Because of her. Because he was important to her. Because if I hit him, I would hurt her.

His brows rose. “You can fix this?” “For her?” I nodded determinedly. “Absolutely.”

His house reeked of money and luxury. Mine reeked of whiskey and pain.

He kept it. In his room. Under his bed. My heart leaped against my chest.

“I’m going to hug you,” Johnny whispered in my ear. “Tell me if that’s not okay.”

This boy. God.

I knew I needed to get a fucking handle on myself. Except I couldn’t. Because she was addictive. And I was obsessed.