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“They have this new song out called ‘Wicked Twisted Road,’” she explained. “Are you sure you haven’t heard it?” My heart stopped in my chest. That song from the pub. The one that fucked with my head. Jesus…
“You should,” Shannon continued to say. “Listen to it, I mean.” Her cheeks turned pink when she said, “It reminds me of you.”
I might as well slap a label on my forehead stating, I’m yours. Please be gentle with me because I’m here to stay.
I just wanted her. For keeps.
“I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!”
“She’s a river.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m keeping her, Da.”
“Shannon like the river,” I sighed contently.
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
“I love you, Shannon like the river,”
“Take the lights away and stay with me, Shannon like the river.”
“You are worth so much more than rugby.” I kissed his lips because, quite frankly, I had an issue with inappropriate kissing when it came to this boy. “If you never picked up a rugby ball for the rest of your life, it wouldn’t matter to me.”
