Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“Yep. Eight years with the nuns. Can’t you see my halo shining?” “Oh yeah, it’s blinding.” “According to Sister Alphonsus, I should be continuing my education in an all-girls environment,” she mused with a devilish smile. “Apparently, I have a wild streak in me, with a penchant for the male form that no amount of prayer can eliminate.” She rolled her eyes. “All because I said I thought the guy playing Jesus in a movie they showed us was gorgeous.” I arched a brow. “Gorgeous?” “What? He was.” “Well, it sounds to me like you need to spend less time on your knees praying and more time—” “Don’t say it,” she warned, reaching up to cover my mouth with her hand. “With the male form.” I chuckled, peeling her fingers off my lips with my hand. “So, should I spend more time with the male form in general?” she said, and somehow our fingers were entwined now. “Or with you? Because it’s safe to say that I’m impressed with the male form standing in front of me.” “Is that your way of telling me that you don’t have a boyfriend?” “No, it’s my way of telling you that I will have a boyfriend once you ask me.” “Jesus.” My heart rate sped up. “You’re not backwards about anything, are you?” She winked and slid her schoolbag off her shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that?” Thrown off-kilter by this girl, I took the bag she held out for me and slung it over my free shoulder. “There,” she said with an approving nod, admiring her bright-pink bag on my shoulder. “That should do it.” “Should do what?” “Wa...