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“I already love him,” I blurted out. “All of your shapes and versions, remember?” “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.” “What? I love you?” I heard him sniff before saying, “Yeah.”
“Well, I love you, Joey Lynch,” I croaked out, wiping my cheeks with my free hand. “And apparently, I can’t stop.” “Thank fuck for that,” he replied. “Because apparently I can’t stop loving you, either, Aoife Molloy.”
“The heart wants what it wants, Molloy.” “Yeah, it does.”
“You know I’d be dead without her, right?” I declared hoarsely. “This entire conversation wouldn’t be happening because I wouldn’t be here to argue about if it wasn’t for Aoife Molloy.”
“You will never understand how much I owe that girl. How much I fucking worship the ground she walks on!”
Whatever she wants. Because we’re mirrors. Her and me. We’re aligned.
“I’m not doing it, Aoife.” “Oh yes you are,” she argued back. “Come next month, my baby daddy is going to be a thoroughbred private-school boy.” Bursting into a fit of snickering laughter, she added, “Blazer and all.”
“I know you don’t, and that makes me love you even more.” “You’re a dope.” “You love me.”
“She’s a little firecracker alright,” Edel mused, smiling indulgently. “She sure has her heart set on you, Joey love.” “Yeah.” I shivered. “The feeling’s mutual.”
“And I already told you that we’re keeping you.” She chuckled. “Finders keepers, Joey love. You’re mine now.”
“Now, who’s up for a burger from the chipper?” Kav said no at the same time Shannon said yes, and I swear I’d never seen a lad do a one-eighty faster.
“You want something from the chipper, Shan?” “Uh, maybe?” she replied. “If that’s okay?” “Anything,” he replied gruffly. “You can have anything you want, baby.”
“I feel like I died this summer without you and I’m only coming back to life now.”
It was her. It always had been. It always would be.
“No wonder that daughter of ours didn’t want me helping her shower. She has that young fella’s name tattooed on her arse!”
“Is he single?” “You’re not his type.” “What’s his type?” “His girlfriend.”
“So, where’s your other half?” “Claire-Bear? She’s in the year below us.” “No, asshole. Kav.” “Oh!” Gibsie laughed. “Oh, you mean my other other half. He’s in honors maths.”
“Hi, Johnny.” “Hi, Shannon.”
“That’s her throne,” Gibsie chuckled in my ear. “Nobody but Little Shannon sits next to the king of the jungle—or in our case, the king of Tommen.”
“If I’m broken, then what does that make you, Claire-Bear?” “I don’t know, Gerard,” she teased. “What does it make me?” “My it girl,” he purred, arms coming around her as he closed the space between their noses. “My everything girl.”
“I think you have the loneliest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and looking at you hurts, but not nearly as much as being near you hurts. Your fractured pieces are sharp and jagged and cut anyone who gets too close.”
“Feel that?” “Yeah.” Her heart was hammering violently against my palm. “I feel it.” “That’s you,” she whispered. “That’s what you do to me.” “Still?” “Then. Still. Always.”
“Ride or die, Joe.” My heart gunned ferociously in my chest, because I knew she meant it, and when I whispered the words, “Ride or die, Molloy,”
“Be with me.” “I am with you, Joe.” “No.” He shook his head. “Be with me, Molloy.” “In what way?” “In every way.”
“I’ve spent a third of my life loving you, Aoife Molloy, and I don’t plan on stopping.”
“Because in this version of forever, we get the happy ending, Molloy.”
Joey Lynch and Aoife Molloy: both full of flaws and humanly imperfect and yet so undeniably perfect for each other.
“Hi, Shannon.” Shivering, I beamed back at him. “Hi, Johnny.”
