Keeping 13

I want your trouble, and your complications, and everything else that comes with you.

But don't forget that you'll always be my 13." She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. "My binding 13." I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?" "Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won.

I'm all in, Shannon. Scars and all. Fucked up father and all.

I loved her more than I knew what to do with. I could see it all ahead of me: my life, my future, my career, and her. The girl I knew would play the leading role in all of it. I'd thrown it all in with her and I had no doubts. Not a single one. She was my teammate now.

Tequila again?” Feely glared at Gibsie. “Really?” “Listen, I’m not going to sit here and apologize for something that happened a million years ago,” Gibsie huffed. “I puked on your dog. Feely. It was a genuine mistake. I’ve done it to Sookie a million times and you don’t see her giving me the cold shoulder. And I haven’t done it since, so can we please move past it?” “I don't have a dog – that was my mother you puked on!” Feely snapped, sounding outraged. “And it was last Christmas, not a million years ago, asshole.” “What?” Gibsie frowned. “That's was your Mam?” “Yes, asshole!” “Ah, lad, I’m so fucking sorry,” Gibsie strangled out, slapping a hand across his mouth. “I thought she was a dog.

Every bit of me misses every bit of you.

My whole heart's inside of ya.

Because when it comes to you, Shannon Lynch, I’m all in.” “Me too.” “Where you go, I go.” “Promise?” “I promise.

You teach people how to treat you by setting boundaries, lad. If you let someone walk all over you, they're going to think it's okay.

You show up and all the bad just...goes away for a little while.

I care so fucking much I can hardly breathe.

That very first time I saw you? You sparked to life something inside of me.

We're all a little fractured.

said, “Je veux lécher la chatte de ma copine.” I frowned. “What?” Johnny grinned devilishly. “I said, je veux être à l’intérieur de toi.

I’m not in your corner, Shannon,” Johnny replied in a gruff tone. “I’m standing right beside you.

My brother,” Shannon offered weakly. “Are there any more Lynch children in my house, Jonathan?” “No,” I muttered, not meeting her eye. “I only took two.

You look at her?” I demanded, appalled. “At my Shannon?

Shannon Lynch changed me. I knew that sounded like contrite bullshit, but it was the truth.

I only knew that I couldn't breathe. The scariest thing was that I didn't care.

I love you," "A crazy fucking amount." "I love you, too –" "Most in the world.

Shannon, I love you.” I stopped breathing. “You love me?

I can't handle it, Shannon," he whispered. "You have no idea how fucked up in the head it makes me, not knowing if he's back or whether or not you're safe. Every time I think about you in that house, I go into a blind panic. I literally drive myself insane thinking all the worst-case scenarios until I see you again.

Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.

My binding 13." I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?" "Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won." "Hands down." I kissed her puffy lips. "Undisputed." "Now, I'm keeping 13," she told me. "So come home to me when you're done, okay?" "I will.

He's going to be a star. Look at him, he already shines so bright, it's blinding...

I see you, Joey Lynch.” She stroked her nose against his and whispered, “You can’t hide from me.” His hand shot out then, moving straight to her abdomen.

You’re s-singing.” Sniffling, she clung to my chest. “‘Here Comes the Sun.’” I was singing. I was doing whatever I could to make this better for her. “That’s m-my Granda Murphy’s s-song,” she hiccupped. “You remember me t-telling you t-that?” “Yeah.” I remembered her telling me about her grandfather singing this song to her when she was frightened, and it was all I could do in this moment.

First, you let him tongue kiss you, and now you're showing him your boobies?" Ollie groaned, clutching his stomach. "I feel a little sick in my guts.

I want you in my space, Shannon.