Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

It was ridiculous, and she was ridiculous for feeding me that line. What did she think I was, some thick eejit who couldn’t tell the difference between an accidental bruise and foul play? I played rugby. I’d spent my whole life knocking up injuries and knocking lads out. I knew the goddamn difference between accidental damage and intentional harm. Someone squeezed her throat, and they did it so hard they left fucking fingerprints on her. If she was being bullied at Tommen, then I was going to find out. If it was McGarry, then I was going to end up in a cell. If it was those fuckers from BCS, then they might as well lock me in a straitjacket. I was about ten seconds away from going CSI on the situation, but then her big blue eyes filled up with tears and I was thrown another curveball. I had no clue how to handle girl tears. And girl tears coming from that particular girl affected me something fierce. And there was my hat trick… Going against every instinct in my body, because my judgment was clouded with the urge I had to comfort her, I’d given in to her pleas to get her clothes and take her home. But then I saw her—I fucking saw all of her—sprawled out on my bed, with my dog on top of her, and her towel hanging open, and my brain switched off, body taking over. And then she blew my carefully constructed world apart by putting her mouth on mine. Shannon kissed me and I froze. I completely fucking choked up, attacked by every abnormal, foreign emotion and sensation a person...