Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Are you relieved Bella ended whatever the fuck you’d call what you two were doing because you were tired of Bella?” He studied my face for a few moments before adding, “Or because you’re into the girl?” His question caused me to pause mid-button. “The girl?” “Yeah, the girl.” “What girl?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “The fucking girl, Johnny,” Gibsie growled, throwing his hands up. “The one you knocked out. The one I took a molesting off Dee for so I could get her file. The one you spend your days swapping gooey eyes with at school.” “Gooey eyes?” Pulling my jumper down over my stomach, I stepped into my shoes. “What the hell are gooey eyes?” “Swooning eyes,” Gibsie snapped, exasperated now. “Smoldering gazes. Fuck-me looks. I-want-to-eat-your pussy signals.” He shook his head and reached for a can of deodorant out of his gear bag. “Whatever you want to call them.” “You’re tapped, Gibs,” I announced, deciding on deflection. “Seriously, man, sometimes I really worry about what’s going on in that head of yours.” “There’s nothing wrong with my head, Kavs. You’re the one with the fucked-up eye twitch whenever that girl is about the place.” He tossed the deodorant toward me and I caught it midair. “Don’t think I haven’t copped what’s going on there.” “Don’t know what you’re talking about, lad.” I reached under my shirt and sprayed my pits. “My eyes are in perfect working order.” “Your dick’s in perfect working order, too,” he shot back. He pulled his school jumper over his he...