Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”

“Does it matter?” I countered, needing to regain some ground I had lost to this powerhouse of a girl. “We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”

And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my father ever had. Ever could.

“I’m not afraid of loving a boy,” I told her honestly. “I’m afraid of losing myself in one.”

“Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”

“You shouldn’t settle for comfortable, Molloy. You shouldn’t settle for anything less than being in love to the point of madness. The only person that you should be settling for is the person who unsettles you the most. The person who drives you to the brink of suicide because he or she makes you feel so fucking much that you can’t catch your breath or remotely function without them. “And what’s more is you won’t want to. You won’t want to breathe, or feel, or fucking function without them. That’s how you’ll know that it’s a real relationship, Molloy. Only when you’re feeling the most discomfort you’ve ever felt in your entire life should you even consider settling. Because that’s when you’ll know you’re in love, which sounds to me like a hell of a lot nicer way to live than settling for someone you have nothing in common with because it’s comfortable.”

all I could think about was how epically right it felt to be with Joey.

She blew out a shaky breath and nodded. “Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”

Ohhh godd

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

So if you don’t start walking the fuck away from me and my girl, I’m going to rip your head off your shoulders and feed it to your asshole.”

“Not Jesus, just Joey.”

“Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” “The best relationship of your life.” She wasn’t wrong there.

Aoife was written in italic script across the left side of his chest.

the red inked heart on the right cheek of my ass with the name Joey in black ink inside it. “Your name is on my ass!”

“Do you love my daughter?”

Heart thumping violently in my chest, I felt myself nod. “Entirely.” And then I heard myself say, “For about five years now.” Well, shit…

“Second,” he said slowly. “Do you see a future with her?” “No,” I replied, hating my admission but needing to give him the truth, because if anyone deserved my honesty it was this man. “I don’t see a future for us, but that’s not because I don’t want one with her. It’s because I don’t see a future for myself, period.”

Joey: I don’t love you. x Molloy: I don’t love you back. <3

“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”

30.08.99 on the front. “That date…” I blew out a shaky breath. “It’s—” “The first day of first year,” he explained quietly. “The first time I laid eyes on you, and the first time I understood what it meant to have my heart beating for someone outside of my family.”

“When I say I don’t love you,” he continued, nuzzling his face in my neck, “it’s the furthest thing from the truth.” Love. He was talking about loving me.