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“I don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
“So, do you have a name, boy-who-can-think-for-himself?” “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.”
I can’t help who I look like, but I am nothing like that man in any other way.” “You are,” she said before leaving the room. “In every way.” 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.”
“But you’re so good at being an asshole.” “Come closer and I’ll show you how good I can be in other ways.”
“And because you can do better than me.” Releasing my foot, he slowly stood up. “But you can do better than him, too.”
“Oh, I’ve been sold on you for a long time now, Joey Lynch.”
“Assault, eh?” He turned his gaze on Joey. “Did ya do it, boy?” “Sure did, Daddy,” Joey sneered as tension emanated from his body.
“Oh, Jesus.” “Not Jesus, just Joey.”
“But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
“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.”
“I want you to know that you’ve been the best part of my day every day since I was twelve years old.”
