Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“Dad.” “Daughter.” “Father!” “Fruit of my loins.”

“Joey called me fat.” Sniffling, I batted another tear away. “I’m really upset about it. Can I please be excused?” His mouth fell open. “You bitch.” Fuck you, I mouthed back at him. “Joey!” Mrs. Falvey snapped, looking horrified. “Yes, Aoife, go on outside and get some air.” “I didn’t call her fat,” I heard him defend himself as I stalked out of the classroom door. “It’s not her weight she has a problem with. It’s that deranged vindictive streak in her.”

“I care.” Reaching out a hand, he grabbed the front of the hoodie I was wearing—his hoodie—and fisted the fabric as he pulled me back to him, our bodies flush together. “I care. I care. I care,” he repeated, eyes locked on mine as his hand moved up to cup my neck. “Too much.”

“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”