Keeping 13 (Boys of Tommen, #2)

by Chloe Walsh

“My whole heart’s inside of ya.”

“But don’t forget that you’ll always be my 13.” She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. “My binding 13.”

“Now, I’m keeping 13,” she told me. “So come home to me when you’re done, okay?” “I will.”

Every bit of me misses every bit of you. I miss the feel of you.

“She floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee,”

I belonged with this boy and he belonged with me.