Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

suppose watching the shitstorm that was my parents’ relationship unravel had put me off the prospect of teaming up with another human for life. If my parents’ relationship was a representation of love, then I wanted no part of it.

wankfest,

ah I love that word

“What the hell are gooey eyes?” “Swooning eyes,” Gibsie snapped, exasperated now. “Smoldering gazes. Fuck-me looks. I-want-to-eat-your pussy signals.” He shook his head and reached for a can of deodorant out of his gear bag. “Whatever you want to call them.”

She was fifteen years old. The fuck was wrong with me?

Great question

I had learned a valuable lesson tonight though, and that was to never ask a girl what she was thinking if you weren’t prepared to take a huge fucking knock to the ego.

“She’s a friend,” Mam snickered, tone laced with sarcasm. “Sure she is—and I’m the Virgin Mary.”

“Where are we heading?” Straight to your house because I wanna fuck your sister, I thought to myself.

In professional, competitive rugby, I’m not the biggest guy.” “But you’re huge!” I exclaimed.

How many times cqn you say that

“You’re so tiny you don’t count.”

Ugh