Keeping 13: Boys of Tommen #2

"I love you, Johnny Kavanagh," I choked out, clenching my eyes shut as I grabbed his arm and held it to my chest. "Most in the world."

"I love you back, Shannon Lynch," he said quietly in my ear and I felt the connection I had to him in the deepest part of my soul. "Most in the world."

"For keeps?" I breathed.

He kissed my shoulder. "For keeps."

Fine," she deadpanned.
"No, no, no," Gibsie growled, frustrated. "Don't say fine. That's a dangerous word when it comes out of your mouth."
"I said it's fine, Gerard," Claire said flatly. "Pick the film. I don't care."
"You're lying," he accused. "It's not fine and you're going to make me suffer."
"Do what you want, Gerard."
"Stop mind-fucking me!"
"Fine."
"Don't say that."
"Fine."
"Fine!" He threw his hands up in the air. "Fucking fine. You win." Turning to the man sitting behind the counter, he said, "Two tickets for The Wedding Date please, and a container for her to store my balls in." Sighing wearily, he gestured over his shoulder to me. "And that poor bastard behind me will have the same."

"Then don't be shy with me," he whispered, stroking my chin with his thumb. "And don't be embarrassed, either. I love you, okay?"
"I love you, too," I whispered, burying my face in his chest.
"The door, Jonathon!" Mrs. Kavanagh barked, knocking repeatedly on the other side of the door. "Now!"
"All right," Johnny roared back. "Jesus Christ, I'm coming, Ma!"
"That's what I'm afraid of," his mother shot back. "Now open up."