Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

He’s in the shower, you idiot. What are you doing? Get out. Get out now! Embarrassed, I swung around and bolted for the door, only to halt in my tracks when Johnny called out my name. “Shannon?” Mortified, I swung around to face him. “Hi,” I strangled, forcing myself to breathe even though it felt like my heart accelerated in my chest at the sight of him. Johnny had a towel slung over his shoulder, was gripping a metal crutch with his hand, and wore a pained expression on his face. He was once again wearing a pair of Calvin Klein’s. Tonight’s were black. “Hi,” Johnny replied, distracting me from my dangerous thoughts. “What are you doing in here?” “I wanted to check on you,” I blurted out, desperately trying not to stare at the way his stomach muscles contracted when he made his way over to the bench, putting all his weight on the crutch. “I was worried.” He was limping again, blatantly obvious now, and I was instantly alert. Alert and concerned. “I am worried,” I muttered. “One of those assholes from Royce ripped me with his boot,” Johnny grumbled. He sat down gingerly, rested the crutch beside him, and placed the towel over his right thigh. “Ripped you?” I choked out, horrified. Oh god. Exhaling heavily, Johnny leaned back and rested his head against the tiled wall at his back. “Assholes.” “You didn’t get up, Johnny,” I whispered, chewing on my lip. My gaze flicked to his thigh. “For a long time.” “Passed out from the pain,” he reluctantly admitted. “They’re sending you ...