Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

Trembling, I stood in front of the only boy I had ever loved, with an ultimatum hanging heavily in the air between us. What I said was true. I genuinely couldn’t live another day feeling like this. I needed to know where I stood with him. I couldn’t cope with the unknown. It terrified me. “There’s no decision to make,” he blew my mind by saying, green eyes blazing with heat. “You already know it’s you.” His response caused a shiver of delight to roll through my body, but my heart was still wary. “No, I don’t,” I choked out, heart racing violently. Because if I did, I wouldn’t be standing here, putting my heart and pride on the line. “I don’t know, Joey.” “Then let me be very clear about it,” he replied, reaching up to cup the side of my face. “It’s you, Molloy.” He tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “It’s you.” “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” “It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.” “I mean it,” I warned, shaking my head. “I’m a big girl and I knew what I was getting myself into when I kissed you that day outside your house. You have this warped notion that you need to shield me from your life when nothing about your life has come as a surprise to me. I walked into this relationship with my eyes wide open, and guess what, my eyes are still open, and I still want in.” “I still want in, too,” he replied gruffly. “I just…” He blew out a ragged breath. “You mean the world to me,” he confessed, voice paine...