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"Keep this up and I might just have to hang onto you, Joey Lynch."

"Seriously, I was listening to Mazzy Star's Fade Into You on the drive over here, which, FYI, is our second song, and now I'm in the mood to get naked with you"

"Casey," I warned. "Don't be looking at him like that."
"Like what" She laughed, holding her hands up. "Like he's the epitome of sex on legs? Because, news flash, Aoif, the boy is divine."
"The boy is mine, I warned. "So, find some other epitome to admire."

"What were ya doing in John Kavanagh's old doll's pride and joy, boyo?"

No way 😭😂

The rest of my class could shoot off in whatever direction they wanted after the leaving cert, just as long as I got to keep the girl in my arms.

"All flowers bloom, Joe, even the late ones," I told him. "And some times, it's the late blooming flower that makes the biggest impact."

She looked up at me with a hopeful expression. "Really?"
"Really, really." Nodding, I hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her off the scales before setting her down. "Now, let's get rid of this bullshit."

"The scales are wrong."
"Three times?"
“You do realise this floor is uneven,” I tried to placate.
"You're never going to get an accurate reading up here, Molloy."
"I'm not?"
"No, you're not," I coaxed, continuing to fll her up with the bullshit she needed from me. "I should know. It was fucking awful trying to measure these rooms for wardrobes. This whole house is out of alignment."

"There's nothing there, Molloy." I leaned back on my elbows, thoroughly enjoying the floor show, as my girlfriend pranced around in her underwear. "You're fucking gorgeous."
"Yeah, I know that," she huffed, catching ahold of my hand and dragging me over to the weighing scales. "But now I'm carting an extra seven pounds of gorgeous around."

"You can have whatever you want from me," he whispered, thrusting deep inside of me. "It’s yours." Dropping down on an elbow, he leaned close and crushed his lips to mine. "Because I'm only doing life for you."😭

"Hey, stud."
"Hey, queen.”

"Why?" I laughed. "What have you in mind?"
"Don't know," he admitted. "I never think about that kind of stuff"
"The future?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, you better start thinking about it," I teased. "Because you're in mine, and I always get what I want."

"And when we have babies-"
"We're not having babies."
"They'll be blond and green-eyed and just like their dad."
"You're insane."
"I'm in love."
“I’m not having babies, Molloy," he whispered, giving me a lonesome look. "I can't be a father."
"Joe."
"I's a hard limit for me."

"I love you."
"I love you back."
"I’m going to get this right, Molloy."
"I know you are, Joe."
"You're really sticking around, aren't ya?"
"Afraid so." I smiled in the darkness. "For the ring. The white dress.
The white picket fence. The whole nine yards."
"Jesus," he chuckled. "Don't push it."
"I always push it, Joe."
"Understatement of the century, Molloy."

He exhaled and whispered, "I'm really fucking drowning here, Aoif"
"Don't worry, Joe. I won't let that happen," I replied, nuzzling his nose with mine. "I won't let your head go under.”
"Promise?"
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I promise.”

"Were mirrors, Joe," I told him, taking his hand and placing it on my cheek. "Everything you feel for me is reciprocated. It's mirroring back at you."
"Molloy."
“Your mother might be foolish enough to disregard you, but that will never happen from me," I whispered, shifting closer until our noses were brushing. “I will never reject your love.”

"She hates me," he finally came out with, his words a pained admission. "You should see the way she looks at me."
Pain encompassed me and I rolled onto my side, facing him. "What do you see when I look at you?" He flinched. "That's not the-"
"What do you see, Joe?"
"You," he whispered brokenly. "I see you, Molloy."
"You see love," I corrected softly, releasing his hand to cup his stubby cheek. "You see acceptance."

The face I'd spent most of my life protecting looked up at me with such wide-eyed innocence that I felt my heart crack.

Feeling panicked when she finally worked up the courage to release me and shrug on her coat, I busied myself with scratching my chest, anything to stop myself from throwing her over my shoulder and locking her in her room where I could keep her safe.

Where she saw weakness, I saw strength.
Where she saw fear, I saw resilience.
Where she saw timidity, I saw courage.
Unlike me, Shannon didn't need to alter her mind to survive the world we lived in.
She thought she was the weakest link in the family chain, when it couldn't be further from the truth.
My sister was titanium.

"I'm so fucking proud of you," I said instead, struggling to keep my emotions in check. "You don't even realize how brave you are."

"Yeah." He nodded slowly. "This is my world. It's fucking horrible, but I'm willing to show you, if you're willing to stay."
"Always, Joe," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Always."

"I's not a big deal," he laughed, pulling my hands away from my face. "I's not like you haven't returned the favor a time or ten for me." Shrugging, he added, "It was my turn to look after you."

Protecting him even in sleep.
"Hi, Sean," I whisper-croaked, trying to conjure up a smile for him, not an easy feat considering even my lips ached.
"E-fa," he whispered back, and then shyly clambered back to the safety of his big brother's arms. "O-ee." Wrapping his small arm around Joey's neck, he snuggled closer, and buried his face in the curve of his brother's neck. "O-ee."😭

Her lips crashed against mine, and it was in this very moment that I knew I would never be able to untangle myself from this girl.
Not in this lifetime.

Snaking one hand up to cover the tattoo on my chest, she used the other to move the hand I'd been resting on her hip to her tattooed ass cheek. Leaning back, she looked me right in the eyes and whispered the words, "Ride or die, Joe."
Fuck me...
A shiver rolled through me and I couldn't stop myself from grabbing, her ass and dragging her body roughly against mine. "Ride or die, Molloy.”

"You know I've got your back, right?" she breathed, hands moving under the hem of my shirt to press against my bare stomach. Her nails gently scraped my skin, causing an immediate response from my dick, as she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the curve of my jaw.
"I am so down for you, Joey Lynch."