Releasing 10 (Boys of Tommen, #6)

by Chloe Walsh

The pain was instant, and it was glorious.

The first three visits consisted of just hugging my friend and whispering words of reassurance in her ear, as she cried on my shoulder. On the fourth visit, she smiled. During the fifth and sixth visits, we played cards. She slept through visits seven and eight.

By the ninth visit, she was out of bed and dressed. Visits ten, eleven, and twelve were spent outside, rambling through the fields and holding down a one-way conversation. Today marked visit thirteen, and when I climbed off the bus, I was surprised to find her waiting for me at the gates of her family’s estate.

And there it is. Finally! The moment our lips touched, a crackling surge of electricity ricocheted through every part of me. Instinctively, my eyelids fluttered shut, and I clung to his body, feeling a blast of adrenaline so powerful that no amount of cliff diving could compete with it.

First kiss!!!

“Oh, thank God,” Hugh replied, heaving out a huge, audible breath. “Because I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my girlfriend since 1994, and I don’t think I can hold it in another day.” “I’ve been waiting to say yes since 1994,” I laughed, bursting with excitement. “Are you asking now, so I can finally say yes?”

Monster. He was a monster. The monster was real. Mark was the monster.