Binding 13: Boys of Tommen #1

"She makes my heart go, like, whoa."

You are friends with me because you love me," he purred. "Because I'm the only one that makes your cheeks turn pink–" he paused and stroked her cheek with his finger, "in more ways than one."

"No, no, no, Da, I'm serious," I slurred. "I think I love that girl."

Huge fucking feelings.

Permanent ones

we mature with damage, not with age.

His blue eyes burned holes inside of me when he said, "Thanks."

"For what?" I whispered.

Johnny smiled. "For being nothing like the rest of them."

"I like her, Gibs. I think I really like her, man. Like really as in a lot. A lot more than fucking like. Christ!"

"It's okay or you're okay?"

"No. She stayed with you," Dad corrected. "When you were demented out of your head and anyone in their right mind would have run for the hills, that girl stayed right by your bedside, listening to you talk out of your arse."

"Who's making you sad?" he asked then, voice slurred and sleepy. "Tell me, baby."

"Nobody, Johnny."

"You lie and it hurts my heart," he groaned, tightening his hold on me. "All those marks. It hurts when I know someone's hurting my Shannon."

"Johnny –"

"Who's hurting you, baby?" he slurred sleepily. He yawned loudly and then sighed. "I'll fix it."