Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

He shook his head, dropped his bag on the ground, and then reached forward, swiping my schoolbag off my shoulders—both shoulders, and with minimal effort. Shocked, I watched as he tossed my bag on the ground alongside his before lowering the zipper on his designer-looking jacket and shrugging it off. “Wh-what are you doing?” I strangled out, teeth chattering from the cold. “What do you think I’m doing?” he countered as he reached behind me and placed the hood of his jacket on my head and wrapped it around my shoulders. “You’re getting soaked out here.” “But you won’t have a jacket,” I blurted out. “But you will,” he shot back. “Now, are you going to put your arms in the sleeves, or am I going to have to do it for you?” When I failed to assist him—quite frankly I was too stunned to do anything other than gape at him—Johnny grabbed both ends of the jacket and zipped it up to my chin, leaving my hands trapped at my sides, the empty sleeves swaying beside me. He pulled the hood forward, covering my hair from the rain, and then reached down and grabbed both of our bags.