Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

She looked me over once more before nodding in approval. “You’re beautiful.” Well, shit. “Likewise.”

“We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”

“You’re my favorite friend, with my favorite everything.”

Babies weren’t supposed to be made in order to plaster over cracks in marriages, but that’s what this one would be.

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

“Don’t give in to them,” he rasped, holding onto my hand with strength I was surprised he was capable of. “Promise me that you’ll…never…give in to them.” “Give in to who, Granda?” Gasping and wheezing for air, he looked me right in the eyes, green eyes on green and whispered, “The demons your father put in your head.”

Big brown eyes stared down at me. “Dada.”

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“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.”

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

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