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“I don’t just like you. I fucking—” Shaking his head, Johnny rubbed his jaw before looking back at me. “Shannon, I love you.” I stopped breathing. “You love me?” He nodded slowly, blue eyes locked on mine. “Like, a crazy fucking amount.” “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed.
“I’ll give you anything you need, baby.”
Problem was, my heart was screaming another plan entirely.
“Shannon Lynch?” I called out, ignoring the rest of her fucked-up family. “I love you back.” Sniffling, she lifted her chin from Joey’s chest and looked at me all red-eyed and blotchy. “S-still?” “Still.” I nodded in confirmation. “Like, a crazy fucking amount.”
A crazy fucking amount. X
I’m not going anywhere. And I meant it. I promise. X Just text me when you wake up, let me know you’re okay. X I miss you. X Can you call me? Can I call you? Are you free to talk? X
“Don’t say ‘sorry,’” he replied. “Just start trusting me, okay?”
the very impressive bulge in his gray school trousers.
“You needed a phone, and I missed your birthday.” He shrugged, like it wasn’t the gigantic deal it was, and said, “Made sense.”
“I am.” He stepped closer. “I am so fucking serious about you.”
kick my ass on the PlayStation,
“Not just any nurses. Sex nurses.”
“And they look nothing like the ones touching your balls this morning.”
“I know they’re handing out free condoms, lollipops, and bottles of lube,”
“Hey there,” Gibsie purred, winking at the three seriously attractive women standing next to Coach. “I just want to let you lovely ladies know that I’m seventeen, I’m single, and I’m one hundred percent willing to be a guinea pig for any hands-on demonstration—”
“Can’t be too careful these days.”
“Woo-hoo,” Gibsie hooted from the back of the room.
“Enjoy your pity relationship,” she hissed in my ear as she roughly shoved her chair into my leg. “Cripple.”
“Move along, Devil Pussy.”
“When they come around with the freebies, I’ll hold the bag open and you just pour the whole tub in, okay?”
“They’re mine,” he replied, grinning devilishly. “And I’m taking them all.”
with half a dozen lollipops hanging out of his mouth.
“Well, where are your condoms, Johnny?”
“Well, this pile’s for you,” he offered. “Since you were too pussy to get your own.”
“Take them.” “No.” “Take them.” “No.” “Yes.” “Did they adjust your medication?” “Not lately, now take them.” “Jesus, Gibs—” “Take the condoms or I’ll make a scene.” “Fine!”
They’re just out for blood—my blood.”
“You’d swear you never saw a pair of tits the way you’re carrying on.” “If you want to see a pair of tits, Gibs—”
“You need only look in the mirror.”
“And are these the tits you’re talking about?” he taunted, flexing his pecs. “Fine pair, aren’t they?”
“An eejit with great tits, apparently,”
“Come here.” He chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me flush to his chest. “I missed you,” he whispered before lowering his face to mine. I felt his hands come around my waist and then his lips were on mine. Holding onto his arms, I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him back, feeling at a serious height disadvantage and struggling to reach him.
“I missed you back,” I breathed against his lips.
“It’s like a Great Dane and a Chihuahua trying to mate, but they somehow make it work.”
smacking the back of Gibsie’s head as she passed,
“Don’t do it,” Gibsie was shouting. “Don’t fucking do it, Cap—” “Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I fucked it, baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Don’t, baby,”
“Fuck, baby.”
“No, baby,”
“Take your fucking sperm off my ass right this instant!”
am fucking pregnant! I’m pregnant with despair, Johnny! I have a belly full of fucking disgust right now.”
“I’m not gay!”
“I’ll come on you a lot fucking worse if you don’t give it a bleeding rest,” I snapped.
“Fuck me, suck me, self-destruct with me,”
“You’re going to shine.”
“And I can’t be taking, baby, so please don’t fucking show me.”
“I’m not in your corner, Shannon,” Johnny replied in a gruff tone. “I’m standing right beside you.”
“Well, I don’t want easy. I want you,” he cut me off by saying. “Just the way you are.” My breath hitched in my throat. “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed, not missing a beat. “Every part and every piece.” I grimaced. “Even the broken parts?” He winked. “Especially the broken parts.”
