Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Shannon, wait,” Johnny called out as he scrambled for his crutch. “Wait!” I didn’t wait. Instead, I did what I should have done earlier. I hightailed it away from Johnny Kavanagh. Hurrying over to the door, I yanked it open. It opened about four inches before slamming shut again—the palm pressed against it the reason, no doubt. “Wait,” he commanded, standing so close to me that I could feel his chest rising and falling against my neck. With my heart hammering in my chest, I swung around and stared up at Johnny as he caged me in with his big body. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes off his. “I just…I…” Shaking my head, I exhaled a ragged breath and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head and used his crutch to step closer, pressing his body flush against mine. “Me, too,” he replied gruffly, gaze flickering from my eyes to my mouth. “Why are you sorry?” I breathed, trembling from head to toe. He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up. “Because I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered. And then he kissed me. The moment his lips crushed against mine, a fierce blast of heat coursed through my body, igniting a delicious burning ache in my belly. Unable to think straight, let alone breathe, I did the only thing I could do given the circumstance: I reached up and grabbed his forearms and kissed him back. This was my first real kiss, minus the disaster in his bedroom, and I had no idea what I was doing. I only knew that I never wante...