Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

It mattered that she mattered when no one ever mattered to me before.

I hated humans. They were such a disappointment. And to think God switched dinosaurs for man.

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.

It was like she was stuck in her own head, worrying herself to death over something I couldn’t see.

“I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.” He held my hand.

You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.

Standing in the pouring rain, I watched him take her away from me.

Because of her. Because when she jumped, I flew clean off the ledge after her.

if I turned back and looked at those midnight blue eyes again, I was going to drown in them.

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 was starving for her and everything she was. Every part of her. Inside and out. I wanted to fight all her battles. I wanted to give her all her smiles and make her laugh and snatch her away from the rest of the world and keep her all to myself. I just wanted her. For keeps.

“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave me.” Oh god. “Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.

“Who’s making you sad?” he asked then, voice slurred and sleepy. “Tell me, baby.” “Nobody, Johnny.” “You lie and it hurts my heart,” he groaned, tightening his hold on me. “All those marks. It hurts when I know someone’s hurting my Shannon.”