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could hardly breathe, my lungs were screaming in protest, but I knew I would rather die than go up for air. I felt like I was starving for him and the emotions driving me forward were overwhelming.
I want to stay with you.
He was so beautiful it hurt to look.
Three words that meant more to me than anything else he could have said in that moment.
“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 love you,” he went right ahead and rocked my world by saying again.
“I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been that way for a while now—a long fucking while, if we’re being totally honest.”
“I love you back,” I blurted out, feeling a flood of heat rush through my body. “Like, a crazy fucking amount,” I added, giving his words back to him. “Yeah?” Johnny’s smile was a breathtaking, full dimpled one, and it took the air clean out of my lungs. “Really?”
I like you because you’re you, Shannon. I’ve never met another girl like you.”
Jesus Christ, you are so fucking beautiful that it’s painful to look at you. I’ve never seen anything like you in my life.”
“I want you because you drive me fucking crazy.
I’m sticking around because I need you.”
“What do you need from me, Shannon?” he croaked out, voice thick and husky. “I’ll give you anything you need, baby.” Shaking his head, he groaned like he was in pain. “I just…I want to make you happy.” “You,” I whispered. “All of you.” “I’m already yours,” he groaned, before covering my lips with his.
Everything inside of me was swept up in him, and I couldn’t see beyond it. I couldn’t think beyond the surge of feelings I had for him. Even my brain, the part of me that was supposed to heed caution, was encouraging me to be reckless with my heart, to throw it all in with this boy and trust him not to break me.
Our lips touched again, brushing gently, and I knew right there and then that I was done for. It was a soft, gentle, innocent kiss that packed the punch of a lifetime because with that minimal contact, she freewheeled my hormones out of control and KO’d my heart.
“I need you to do this for me,”
that was the exact moment I felt the shift, the switch from this being something sweet and innocent to something deeply complicated with the hint of forever.
“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
One of them was actually giving me a thumbs-up.
LOL
“No, she’s overbearing,” I shot back. “You’re just plain whipped for going along with her.” “She’s my wife,” he mused. “Your mother can whip me in whatever way she wants—”
“You’re acting all…” He paused to wave a hand in front of himself before saying, “Needy.” I gaped at him. “Needy?” “Needy and clingy,” Gibsie confirmed solemnly. “You might want to tone it down a tad.” “Cheers for the advice, Gibs,” I bit out. “I’ll be sure to take it.”
Lol
“She needs to get home before the sun comes up,”
stop im cryingggg
“After that outburst, you’re not looking so bad,”
PLEASE HAHAHA
“I don’t care if your entire family doesn’t like me. Let them. I’m only interested in you liking me because I only care about you.” “Joey likes you,” I croaked out. Johnny smirked. “Yeah?” I nodded. “And he doesn’t like anyone.”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Lizzie asked then, watching me carefully. “You really want this, Shan?” “I’m sure that I want him,” I admitted with a wistful sigh. “Badly.”
“It’s like a Great Dane and a Chihuahua trying to mate, but they somehow make it work.”
“Have you seen the size of him?” Hughie offered with a despondent sigh. “He’s the fucking weapon.”
“Mad at me? Have a lick out. Hurt your feelings? Let me eat you out.”
“I’m not prepared to be another statistic,”
awwwww gibssss <33333
“Aren’t you going to ask me where we’re going?”
“No,” she replied softly. “No?” I cocked a brow. “Why not?” She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. “Because I trust you.”
The more random and pointless my questions were, the more Shannon relaxed, so I asked her everything—from her preference between Nike and Adidas, to her views on the big bang theory—until she was laughing and talking freely.
She looked fucking adorable as she ran several yards up the beach with the rugby ball in her small hands. Her wooly hat and scarf swamped her face and that mountain of dark hair was blowing around her, with wet clumps sticking to her rosy cheeks. Rain was dripping from her coat, her school skirt was drenched through and clinging to her bare legs, and I swear I had never seen anything so fucking beautiful. Freedom suited her.
She skipped ahead of me with my ball in her hands and my heart in her ass pocket.
But it was different with Shannon. Everything was different when it came to her.
“Fuck me, suck me, self-destruct with me,”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted. All I knew was this boy made everything better; he stopped the tornado of thoughts whirling around in my head, and I needed him to keep doing that.
The thing was, I didn’t care what he did to my body so long as he left my heart intact.
I wanted the world to stop and let us both off because this, right here, was where I wanted to be—where I wanted to stay.
“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,”
“‘Hi, baby,’” she began to read, only to stop and clutch her chest. “Oh sweet Jesus, he called her baby!” Flopping back down on the bed, she added, “And he gave her two kisses at the end.” She sighed in contentment. “I think I just had an orgasm.”
“The door, Jonathan!” Mrs. Kavanagh barked, knocking repeatedly on the other side. “Now!” “All right,” Johnny roared back. “Jesus Christ, I’m coming, Ma!” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” his mother shot back. “Now open up.”
“You look at her?” I demanded, appalled. “At my Shannon?”
Being with her was an obsession that threatened to consume me daily.
Settling under my duvet, I whispered, “I’m right here, baby.”
“Let her do it,” Johnny interrupted. “I meant to hang it up ages ago anyway.”
Gibsie didn’t even blink in response as he stood, still as a statue, in the display window of Debenhams department store in Mahon Point shopping center, with his hands on his hips in a Superman pose, his jeans around his ankles, and a scantily clad mannequin’s faceless head positioned against his dick.
Im crying
