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“Fuck you!” I choked out. “Fuck you both.” “Fuck me?”
Think you’re safe because you’re a girl and he can’t hit you back?” She reared her fist back and cracked Bella in the mouth. “Well, I can!”
“She called you a scumbag,” Aoife snarled, trying and failing to break free from her boyfriend’s hold. “I’m not having it, Joe!”
“I’ll be grand,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Just go, and I’ll call you when
“No, you don’t,” I said hoarsely. “I love that girl. Like, I really fucking love her, and I can’t cope with knowing she’s in that house right now. I lose sleep worrying about her.” Blowing out a shaky breath, I said, “I got a call off Dennehy today. They’re coming down to see me this Saturday. I’ll more than likely know by the end of the week if I’m in or not—”
I didn’t know about Shannon, but I knew how I felt: fucking ecstatic.
Walk away, Joe, I willed him in my mind. Just walk away.
“And I’m the one turning into him?”
“Tell them I’m sorry,” she mouthed and then she closed the kitchen door.
he made loud kissing noises before snorting loudly. “Lad, you are so whipped.”
“They were steaming up the windows of his car.” Tadhg snickered. “Oh—and she snuck him in her bedroom on Saturday night, too. He was there all night long.”
Kiss me, touch me, hold me, love me,’” Tadhg mocked in a girlish voice. “‘Mwah, mwah, mwah. Yes, I love your rugby balls—’” “Tadhg!” “Yuck,” Ollie groaned. “That’s disgusting.”
knew I should. “I love you,” I whispered, holding her close. “Jesus Christ, Shan, I’m so fucking sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” she choked out, clinging to my waist. “What’s going on?” “I tried, Shan,” I choked out, tightening my hold on her. “I really did.” “Johnny, what’s happening?” she asked, voice cracking.
“Mammy, no, no, no! Not my mam…not my mam.” A tear slid down my cheek as I watched her, feeling more helpless than I ever had in my life. Crouching down beside her, I placed a hand on her knee. “Shan—” “No,” she choked out, shaking my hand off. “No, no, no.” Exhaling brokenly, I tried again. “Shan—” “I said no!”
“‘Shh, little darling…’” “You’re s-singing.” Sniffling, she clung to my chest. “‘Here Comes the Sun.’”
“You’re my little darling,” Johnny whispered. His large
hand cupped the back of my head as he held me to his chest, slowly rocking our bodies. “My little darling is safe with me.”
“Can I stay in here with you tonight?” she asked then. “I just… I want to be close to you.”
“You smell like home.” Shivering, I curled my body around hers and pressed a kiss to the curve of her jaw. “You are home.”
S: You’ve got this, Johnny Kavanagh. Go show them what you’re made of and shine. I’m proud of you. I love you. (A crazy fucking amount.) xx Fuck me.
“You shut up, Joey Lynch,” she sobbed, gripping his sides. “I love you.” “You shut up, Aoife Molloy,” he shot back gruffly and pressed a kiss to her brow. “I love you, too.” “I’ll be here when you get out,” she told him. “Don’t be here,” he choked out. “Be somewhere better.”
“Now, you get your sexy ass better and come
home to me.” Reaching a hand behind him, she pinched his ass for emphasis. “Because I’m going to need you healthy, okay?” “Aoife, I’m a bad bet—”
“Now, give me a kiss and tell me you love me,” she instructed, lip wobbling. “And make it a good one.”
“You won’t drown. You’re a survivor,” he told me. “I’m not a good swimmer,” I admitted. “Then I’ll throw you a life jacket and swim out to get you,” he shot back, tucking me into his side. “Because I’m an excellent swimmer.”
“You have a very beautiful voice.” His cheeks turned bright pink. “I was honored to be asked.” “He’s our dark horse, this fella,”
“Pa’s full of surprises.”
“Don’t be jealous,” Johnny warned Gibsie who was scowling at my brothers. “You’re on a diet—and you’re a grown-ass man.” “Don’t worry, my old flower,”
“Sound as a pound, Mammy K,”
“What’s a gooch?” “Oh my god, you did not just ask him that, Shan,”
“Ew,” Katie groaned, joining her daisy chain to Lizzie’s one. “I hate that word.” “Me, too,” Lizzie agreed. “It’s beyond disturbing.” “What?” Shannon shrugged. “I don’t know what that is.”
“It’s about time I gave you girls an education on the male form, isn’t it?”
“If you take your jocks off in front of my sister and my girlfriend, you won’t have a gooch left,” Hughie snarled,
“Don’t even think about it, fucker.” “Put your pants back on,”
“Boobies,” Hughie snickered. “I love that kid.”
brows at Hughie’s girlfriend. Flexing his pecs, he asked, “What do you think of my boobies?” “I prefer Hughie’s boobies,” Katie shot back with a smirk. “They’re so much perkier.”
“The gooch is the area of skin between a man’s balls and his a—” “Shut the fuck up, lad,”
“Or anus, if you want to get technical.”
“You threatened my gooch.” “Holy shit.” Feely choked out a laugh. “You didn’t!” “He fucking did,”
“Ah, lad,” Feely groaned, rolling onto his side. “You are troubled.” “You don’t seem surprised, Cap,” Hughie noted, eyeing me suspiciously. “Why are you not surprised?”
“The genius pierced his penis,” Lizzie explained. “Look at it—I can see it popping out through his jocks. It’s practically waving hello.”
“I can’t believe you got a Prince Albert piercing,” Lizzie said, rolling her eyes. “That’s so tacky.” “He didn’t,” Claire was quick to defend. “He got a Jacob’s Ladder, and it’s not tacky. It’s very nice.”
“And where did you happen to spot his pierced dick, Claire?”
“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” Hughie demanded. “If you put that metal rod near her, I’m going to cut it off—”
“U20s and senior.” Keep fucking mowing me down, why don’t you… “He got two call-ups!”
“You actually fucking did it!”
“The senior team? Oh Christ, I’m going to throw up,”
“Congratulations,” Shannon choked out, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You did it.”
“Shan, don’t cry, baby. It’s not a definite yet. I haven’t made any dec—”
“You did it!” she cried and then threw her arms around me. “You made it, Johnny!”
