Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

Tommen had won. And I was reeling. “You have some explaining to do, missy,” Claire squealed as she bounced up and down in celebration. “Woo-hoo! Go, Tommen, go!” “Explaining?” I called back. “About what?” “About why that boy down there is looking at you like he wants to eat you up,” she replied, and then pointed a blatantly obvious finger right at Johnny—who was staring right at me again. “I don’t know,” I choked out. “I have no idea what’s happening here.” All of his teammates were running around like lunatics, leaping and jumping around in celebration, and Johnny looked distracted. He was quite literally swamped by people, ranging from teachers to students to local journalists and cameramen with microphones thrust in his face. The thing that stood out was his immaculate composure. None of this was fazing him. Not one bit. He looked the epitome of cool, calm, and collected as he answered reporters and thanked the supporters clapping his shoulders, but every few moments, his gaze flickered back to me. I didn’t understand it. Worse, having his attention thrilled me.