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?"

Especially when the person ignoring me was the very same one who was tormenting my every waking thought – my dreams, too.

That's right; I was actually fucking dreaming about the girl now.

How messed up was that?

There was nothing forgettable about the girl, and I found myself gravitating towards her, wanting to find her looking at me, and then growing frustrated when she didn’t.

Knowing that I would listen to whatever she had to say, whenever she wanted to say it, regardless of time or inconvenience, was a frightening concept.