Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

I was thin on the extreme, underdeveloped with fried eggs for breasts, clearly untouched by the puberty boom that had hit every other girl my age. My long brown hair was loose and flowing down the middle of my back, pushed back from my face with a plain red hair band. My face was free of makeup, making me look every bit as young and small as I felt. My eyes were too big for my face and a shocking shade of blue to boot.

I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age. If that’s the case, I was an old-age pensioner in the emotional stakes.

Pregnant women made me nervous, but not nearly as much as Shannon like the river did.

My brain’s track of choice: Shannon like the river, with the gorgeous blue eyes, face of an angel, and the troubled past.

“She’s always been your Shannon.”

Christ, I needed to get the doctors to scan my brain as well as my balls because there was something loose rattling around up there.

I already felt like I was drowning with her. That’s how consumed I was in this girl. That’s how much I loved her. Fuck.