Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

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

“Bullshit. Comfortable isn’t as good as it gets,” Joey challenged, narrowing his eyes. “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.”

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

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

“Because I want to look that bastard in the eyes and show him that you have someone ready and willing to go to war both with you and for you.”

“Because you might not love yourself, but I do. I love you enough for the both of us,”

“You were like an island. Somewhere for me to go and escape. Somewhere safe. Someone to anchor me, if that even makes sense.