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“Think he’ll represent me, too?” Gibsie asked. Shrugging, he added, “When you’re embarking on hell, it’s always good to have a buddy.”
Do you hear me? I’m here, I’m in, I care, and I’m not going the fuck away.”
We’re going to drive over to her house, park the car, and knock on the bleeding door.”
I think this is a terrible idea
“I know you’re at home because I saw you watching me from my bedroom window earlier. Yeah, I know you stalk me, too. Yeah, you hate me. I know. I’ve heard it all before, babe. I love you, too.”
“I thought the plural for vagina was vaginae,” he offered, and then after a thoughtful pause, added, “You know what, I think plural for penis is penii.”
Aaaaahhhh
“Much,” Claire replied, her tone approving. “Good job, snuffle-bunny.” “Thanks, babe.” “You’re both bleeding ridiculous.” Shaking my head,
No, she’ll see her baby in a cell and I’ll be the dead, ball-less eejit beside him. Ugh!” “Shut up, Gibs!” I barked.
Lmaoooo
“Stop the world,” Gibsie groaned. “I want to get off.”
“Hi, Johnny,” she whispered, tumbling off the door step as she clung to me. “You came back.” “Hi, Shannon.” My crutches fell to the ground as I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her in place. “I promised I would,”
“Or penises.” “Penii,” I corrected with a defeated sigh. “Huh?” “Mrs. O’Leary, our science teacher, says that’s the appropriate plural.” Not that it even mattered.
Noooo wayyyy Gibs was right lmaoooooo
“You love his sister, and I love his sister’s best friend,” Gibsie replied, scrubbing Joey down with a sponge. “It’s safe to say that pussy got us into this, Kav.”
“That’s it,” Gibsie coaxed, dabbing his mouth once more. “Puke out all the expensive Class A drugs. Good job. Let the water wash your sins and wages down the drain.”
“She probably has a tracker on your ass.”
“Yeah, I’m fucked up,” Joey sneered, shaking from head to toe. “And you’re just plain fucked in the head.” “Indeed,” Gibsie agreed solemnly.
“I want you here,” he told me, never taking his eyes off mine. “I want you to stay with me.” Oh god. My heart. These words. This boy.
“I can’t read you if you don’t look at me.”
“Your eyes,” he said, tone gruff. “I need them on me.”
“I’m going to buy you dinner, Shannon.” Closing the space between us, he lowered himself down on the couch and turned to face me. “Sometimes we’ll eat here and sometimes we’ll go out, but it’s going to be a regular occurrence, so don’t overthink it, okay?”
“Are you ever going to kiss me?” Holy fuck. Keep the head, Kav.
“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.
“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.”
“Oh, before I forget—ejaculation should be fine now, Jonathan.” The fuck?
“Do you hear that, son?” Dad laughed, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “The doctor says you can pull on your balls again.” Fuck. My. Life.
“Lads, let Cap’s misfortune be a warning to us all of the dangers that lurk behind a decent pair of tits,” Gibsie announced. “When in doubt, rub one out.” His comments drew a laugh from everyone—myself included.
“When they come around with the freebies, I’ll hold the bag open and you just pour the whole tub in, okay?” “You’re an eejit,” I said, chuckling.
my eyes landing on Claire and Lizzie just beyond the archway of the hall. They were clearly arguing with each other and standing in between them, several inches closer to the ground, was Shannon.
“It’s like a Great Dane and a Chihuahua trying to mate, but they somehow make it work.”
“But, Liz, he actually picked her up to kiss her!”
I was a saint. No joke. I was fairly sure I deserved a medal for the self-restraint I displayed in Claire’s bedroom earlier.
“The law is a fucking joke,” both Joey and Tadhg muttered at the exact same time. “Jinx,” Tadhg whispered with a small smile tugging his lips.
“Oh god.” Mam sobbed loudly. “I can’t take this.” “Just shut up with the crying!” Tadhg barked, pulling on his hair in frustration. “We’re all sick to death of listening to you whining!”
Lmaoooo damn
“Take your fucking sperm off my ass right this instant!” “No,” I choked out through fits of laughter. “You came on my fucking ass!” he roared. “Your cum is touching my body.”
“I might actually be able to give you grandchildren one day.” “Not with Gerard, you won’t.” My jaw fell open. “I’m not gay!”
“And next time, be tidier about it. Over the toilet bowl works for your father—less mess.” Fuck. My. Life.
Tf!!
I swear I had never seen anything so fucking beautiful. Freedom suited her.
“I’m not in your corner, Shannon,” Johnny replied in a gruff tone. “I’m standing right beside you.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m coming, Ma!” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” his mother shot back. “Now open up.”
Yeah, fuck that.
“Yeah…so, this is my dick,” I stated and then mentally kicked the shite out of myself for saying something so fucking stupid.
The scream i scrumpt !
“It moved.” Her gaze flicked up to meet mine. “By itself.”
“Je veux lécher la chatte de ma copine.” I frowned. “What?” Johnny grinned devilishly. “I said, je veux être à l’intérieur de toi.”
“Yeah.” I remembered her telling me about her grandfather singing this song to her when she was frightened,
“Pity about Lizzie the viper,” Gibsie grumbled, throwing some old boards off to the side. “I hope she’s in good spirits.”
“He’s your family!” Lizzie screamed and then shoved at Gibsie’s chest. “And you’re just like him!” Like a scene from a horror movie,
“Why would you do that to him, Lizzie?” Claire began to scream. And then she did something I never expected her to do. She slapped Lizzie across the face. “He’s afraid of water, you heartless bitch,” Claire continued to scream. “And you know he is.”
“Then we’ll have some,” he announced. “I’ll do the rugby thing, and you’ll do the vet thing, and then we’ll settle down and cook up some babies.” He smiled. “Good talk.”
(PS: My dick is still in my pants, and my love is still a crazy fucking amount.)
Legs. Fucking legs. And tits. Christ, she had tits. And her ass.
“I only want you,” I mumbled, pressing my forehead to hers. “You have me,” she replied softly. “Contract or not. I’m entirely yours.”
I physically craved Johnny Kavanagh to the point where I wanted crawl into him and stay there forever. That was how intense my feelings for him had grown. How uncontrollably in love I was.
