Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

“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.” Something tugged at my heart then, something deeper than affection, stronger than friendship, more permanent than forever,

“Fuck, Gibs.” A pained cry escaped him. “Not you, lad.” His big shoulders racked with shudders. “Not fucking you, Gibs!”

“I don’t want her to know.” “Claire?” I nodded, feeling empty. “She won’t be able to love me now.” “She already loves you,” he strangled out. “We all love ya.”

so sad

All of this shit might be new and terrifying for my mam, but I’d been living in a constant state of fear for ten years, unlike the ten days she had under her belt. What she was feeling now was what I had felt every time the clock struck bedtime.

I love you, Gerard Gibson. I love the boy you were, and I love the man you’ve become.” Releasing a frustrated growl, I stalked toward him and planted my hands on his chest. “And I will stand up for all of your forms, baby, boy, or man! I will fight for you even when you can’t do it for yourself because that’s what best friends do.”

“You can’t love me the same way.” “You’re right,” I agreed. “Because I love you more.” “Don’t lie.” His voice was heartbreakingly vulnerable in this moment. “Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” “I love you more,” I repeated,