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I was damp and cold, but I had been having so much fun that I completely forgot about my drenched uniform. I had quite literally forgotten about my problems, my wet clothes, my parents, my everything, for the past hour.
Johnny didn’t realize it, but in the space of an hour or two, his mother had taken more of an interest in me than my own mother had in months. Maybe even years.
Watching her completely dominate my PlayStation was so fucking hot. Seriously, her skills with a controller, and her ability to kick my ass like she did, only made her infinitely sexier. She was fucking perfect. I was so caught up in her that I could have sat there all night, just being with her.
“Keep talking and I’m going to jump out a window,” I warned her. “I’m not messing around. I will go upstairs and hurl myself off the fucking roof.”
I cant blame him for being embarssed but also im laughing soooo hard at this
“I am a virgin,” I continued to say over and over while my mother cried into my school jumper. “I’m saving myself for marriage, Ma.”
Im fuckibg dying hahahaha
He didn’t ask permission if he could touch me. He just did it.
“Someone touched you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, placing his fingers on the marks. “I want to know who.”
“Tell me who put their hands on you,” he coaxed as he stood behind me, my face in his hand and his fingers on my throat. “And I’ll make it better.”
The movement caused his huge biceps to bulge. He was seriously huge. It was incredibly intimidating. But I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. It was one of the few things in my life that I was absolutely certain of. This boy would never put his hands on me in anger.
Exhaling a pained groan, Johnny closed the space between us and crouched in front of me. “I want to help you.” He placed his hands on my outer thighs and looked up at me, blue eyes wide and sincere. He squeezed my thighs gently. “All you have to do is tell me what’s happening, okay?” Reaching up, he tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “Just tell me who’s hurting you and I’ll make it go away.”
In one stare, I felt like I had collided with him.
I was desperate for him. All of him. Every piece and part.
Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.
She seemed so lonely in this moment that it physically pained me to look at her. Because I knew I was responsible. And my heart was demanding I make it right.
“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.”
Johnny standing outside in the rain, looking like some sort of semidrowned angel. Instantly, my heart jackknifed in my chest and then began to thud so hard it was almost painful.
Whatever she needed from me, I was more than willing to provide.
“Keep it.”
“Sorry?” “The hoodie.” Clearing my throat, I tightened my hand on the wheel to keep myself from doing something reckless. “Hang on to it.” “Why?” I could feel her blue eyes on me—I knew that sounded thick, but I could—and the sensation caused my arms to break out in goose bumps. I shrugged. “Because it looks good on you.”
She was so fucking beautiful it was painful, with those big blue eyes staring back at me all innocent and full of uncertainty. I didn’t need the temptation that came with being this close to her. Problem was, every time she ran, I found myself chasing right after her, desperate to just be with her.
For some unknown reason, I made a mental note of that piece of information and stored it away for future reference.
“I like a lot of stuff,” I told her. You, most of all.
“You should,” Shannon continued to say. “Listen to it, I mean.” Her cheeks turned pink when she said, “It reminds me of you.” Rattled. I was thoroughly fucking rattled by this girl.
Partly because I had related to the words of that song, but mostly because she related the words of the song to me. Her red lips and rosy cheeks were fucking beautiful and I had to take a moment before I could form a coherent sentence and not sound like a fucking eejit.
“Listen to track nine.” I practically shoved the CD into her hand and shrugged. “Reminds me of you.”
<3
I would do pretty much anything for you.
Because when she jumped, I flew clean off the ledge after her.
She giggled and, Christ, it was a lovely sound.
I was so proud of her.
“What would you like to eat?” You. I would like to eat you, Shannon.
“No, Shannon.” Failing miserably, I reached over and tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Because I had never felt this much for anyone. And it was with that knowledge that I knew I could never be selfish with her.
I stepped forward then, because I was a masochistic bastard with a penchant for torturing myself, and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Masochistic or not, if I turned back and looked at those midnight blue eyes again, I was going to drown in them.
Once I committed myself, once my heart laid claim on her, I might as well slap a label on my forehead stating, I’m yours. Please be gentle with me because I’m here to stay.
“Lover boy.”
“But just so you know?” he added. “She’s always been your Shannon.”
“Keep her name out of your fucking mouth,” he snarled, chest heaving, as he allowed me to push him backwards away from the table.
I’d left my head with her.
Every time I won, the girl next to me smiled. Every time I handed her another Easter egg or stupid little award, she crept further out of that shell she was hiding in. That was worth the slagging I was going to reap from my team. She was worth it all.
“No, baby, I don’t mind.”
I love you, I almost blurted out, holding the three terrifying words back just in time.
“Do you sit on your own in your classes, too?” He nodded. “Yeah, I prefer it that way.”
Johnny glanced sideways at me, smirking, and said, “I’d sit with you, though.”
“Ha-ha?” Johnny threw his head back and laughed. “Are you four years old?” “Says the guy ribbing me over my height,” I replied, giving him my best indignant glare. “I’m only stating facts,” he replied innocently. An impish grin spread across his face before he added, “I was half expecting you to bring a booster seat on the bus.” Against my better judgment, I cracked a smile at his remark. There was something about his tone that assured me this wasn’t vindictive behavior. Johnny was being playful. It was strange, unexpected, and surprisingly welcome. “I decided to leave it at home,” I impressed
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I was beginning to realize that I rode a turbulent wave of emotions whenever I was with him. A wave of emotions that left me feeling both sick with nerves and giddy with excitement at the same time.
But his smiles were addictive. The more he offered, the more I craved.
“I reckon I can make those pretty cheeks of yours turn pink.”
“I promise,” Johnny surprised me by saying.
Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you’re leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.
