Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence.

If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.

“Gerard?” I said in a breathless tone when I broke our kiss a little while later. “Hmm?” he replied, peppering my bare skin with epic, toe-curling neck kisses. “You were my first kiss.” “Mm-hmm.” “And the first boy who touched me there.” “Mmm.” “And the first boy to lick me there.” “Mm-hmm.” “Well, I want you…” My words broke off and I moaned when his tongue traced over a particularly sensitive part of my neck. “To be my first everything.”

Trouble was brewing between our friends. I could feel it. I could taste it. But the lines had been drawn. And I would forever stand with this boy. After all, taming 7 had been the adventure of my lifetime.