Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“So, here’s what we’ll do,” she said then. “You can keep me focused and away from Gerard when we’re in Donegal, and I’ll do the same for you with Johnny.” I exhaled a shaky breath. “About that…” “Go on,” she urged. Clenching my eyes shut, I blurted, “He dropped me home again.” “What?” Claire shrieked. I blew out a breath. “I know.” “Oh my god, Shan, what’s this about?” “I really don’t know.” I groaned, scrubbing my face with my hand. “I’m so confused.” “Confused?” Deciding to give her full disclosure, I whispered, “He didn’t just drop me home, Claire. I went over to his house again.” “Shut the front door,” she gasped. Nodding, I groaned into my hand. “And I kissed him.” “Shut the front door!” she repeated, louder now, and in a much more excited tone. “Where did this happen?” “In his bedroom,” I confessed, and then reluctantly added, “On his bed.” “Oh. My. God,” she squealed. “Oh my bloody god, Shan!” “He didn’t kiss me back,” I admitted, grimacing. “That bloody idiot,” she growled, tone switching instantly. “I’m the idiot, Claire,” I hurried to say, feeling just as mortified now as I was in his car on the drive of shame home. “What the hell was I thinking?” “Was he mean to you?” she demanded. “Because I’ll kick his big rugby-loving ass if he was mean to you—” “He wasn’t mean to me, Claire,” I croaked out. “He was…lovely.” “No, Shannon, you’re the lovely one. He’s a dick,” Claire corrected angrily. “Because only a complete dick takes my best friend to his house, brings her ...