Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“You remember who I am, right?” he asked, still smiling, although he looked a little nervous now, probably because I was staring at him like a creeper. “Shannon like the river.” Oh god. “Yeah,” I choked out, feeling every ounce of blood in my body rush to my cheeks as I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I remember you.” Unsure of what else to say or do, I stupidly raised a hand and waved. “Hi, Johnny.” What was wrong with me? Seriously? Did I just wave at him? While I was talking to him? God… The smile he was sporting grew into a full, perfectly straight pearly-white smile. “Hi, Shannon.” Oh crackers… “Well, I’m good,” I said, tone a little strained. “And you’re good. So, it’s all…good.” “That’s good,” he replied, lips twitching. “Yeah, it’s all good,” I answered, cringing at my awkwardness. Johnny smirked down at me. “Good.” Mortified, I looked up at his face and then quickly away again as I strived to never utter the word good again. “I watched your match,” I blurted out instead. “Congratulations.” Oh yeah, Shannon, because that’s much better. You should have stuck with good, idiot! “I know,” Johnny replied with a small smile. “I saw you.” I opened my mouth to say something, anything to save myself, but I came up empty and shrugged helplessly instead. “Did you get my note?” Johnny asked, thankfully saving me from trying to form a coherent sentence. “Yeah, and I wanted to thank you for the money,” I told him, voice small. “I just didn’t know if I should—” “Don...