Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

I’d been sitting here for the past twenty-five minutes, not listening to one word Gibsie was saying, because I was too fucking busy watching a girl who clearly wanted nothing to do with me. All weekend, Shannon had been in the back of my mind—okay, the fore point. I’d spent days brooding over her reaction to me on the pitch Friday, and how she hurried away from me. When she passed me in the hall this morning after first class, I had felt way too fucking excited to see her. Of course, she smiled shyly before dropping her head and hurrying past me, but she was here. She was in my space. Which meant both my attention and my thoughts were fixated solely on her. And I fucking hated it. I wanted her, I realized, and it was entirely inappropriate and horrendous bad luck on my account, but I did. I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her. She had this sweet something about her, and I liked how it felt when I was around her. I liked the way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. I liked a whole heap of things about her, and oddly enough, my liking her had nothing to do with what was under her clothes. Well, that wasn’t completely true. I thought a lot about what I would find beneath her clothes and I liked those visuals a lot. But it was more than that. It was all more when it came to her. But I wasn’t in the position to put time into a girl, and spending time with that particular one could get me in a world of trouble.