Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

“What would you do if you were me?” Yeah, I wasn’t going to tell her what I’d do. “Or Aoife? What would she do in this position?” And I definitely wasn’t going to tell her what Molloy would do. “Just take your time. Be his friend and just let whatever happens come naturally,” I finally settled on, knowing it was lame as fuck, but unwilling to give my baby sister tips on how to seduce a fella. “If it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, then that’s okay, too. And please, for the love of Christ, don’t ask Aoife for advice,” I added, shuddering at the thought of the pointers Molloy would be only too happy to give her. “You’re only sixteen, Shan. This is all new to you. You need to navigate this thing with Kavanagh at your own pace and nobody else’s.” “I can do that,” she whispered, looking up at me like I was giving her some sacred advice. “Thanks, Joe.” “Anytime.” “Can I ask you something else?” “What?” “How old were you?” She grimaced before adding, “When you first… You know?” I eyed her warily. “Do we need to have the talk?” Her eyes widened. “The talk?” “The talk,” I confirmed grimly. “You’ve had the talk, right?” “I, ah…” “Mam’s had the talk with you, hasn’t she?” I pressed, palms sweating. “No, did she have the talk with you?” “Fuck no, I learned along the way,” I strangled out. “Oh.” Her cheeks flamed. “Okay.” “Don’t do that, though,” I added after a beat. “Don’t learn on the job.” “The job?” “You know what I mean.” “Uh.” Her face flamed. “I really don’t.” Jesus Chr...