Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“You think I’d let anyone hurt you?” Johnny finally asked, his eyes dark and intense and focused solely on my face. “You think I’d let anything bad happen to you, Shannon like the river?” I stared up at him, unsure of what to say and uncertain of my feelings. When I didn’t respond, Johnny released a low growl and shook his head, causing droplets of rain to spray my face. “Because I won’t,” he answered his own question by saying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he added, blue eyes dark and locked on mine. “Because I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?” I nodded uncertainly. “Okay?” He watched me carefully, eyes heated and locked on mine. “Do you believe me?” “I want to,” I breathed as my fingers dug into the hard plains of his shoulders—my body’s helpless reaction to his words. God, I want to… “Good,” he replied gruffly, stepping closer, hands tightening on my waistline. “I want that, too.” A strange heaviness settled over us as the never-ending cycle of rain continued to pelt down. Like a pressured sensation. Like the air had grown thin around us. He was staring down at me, looking both annoyed and excited. It was a confusing look. I didn’t know what to make of it.