Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

From as far back as I could remember, my mind had always been very clear about three things. One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.

“Okay then.” He nodded stiffly. “Are we still fighting, or can we hug it out?” “Hug it out,” I replied, bolting straight for him. “Definitely hug it out.” “Thank Jesus,” Gerard replied, wrapping me up in a bear hug. “Worst ten minutes of my life.”

“Yeah, good.” He doubled down by adding, “I’m not sorry, and I’m not stepping aside again!” “Stepping aside?” I gaped at him. “Gerard, you chose to step aside!” “Yeah, well now I’m choosing not to,” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “I’ll give you my weekends, Claire. I’ll give you my weekdays, too. Whatever you want. Cinemas. Restaurants. Date nights. It’s yours. Just promise me you won’t go out with him again.”

“You’re shaking all over.” “Well, yeah,” he croaked out, leaning in close to brush his lips against mine, “that’s what happens when you’re nervous.” “You’re nervous?” “I feel like I’m holding glass in my hands here, Claire.” He pulled back to look at me, body trembling worse than mine in this moment. “Of course I’m nervous.”