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“There’s no point.” I shrugged. “I love the girl. It is what it is.”
“What’s it like?”
“What’s what like, Shan?”
“Being in love,” she sighed, resting her chin on her small hand, thoroughly invested in the conversation now. “What does it feel like?”
I cocked a brow. “Of all the things we could talk about, you want to talk about feelings?”
“Please,” she begged. “Just humor me.”
“Alright.” Shifting around awkwardly, I took a sip from my coke, while I thought about it for a moment. “It’s painful.”
Her eyes widened to saucers. “Painful?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “But it’s the kind of pain that’sworthfeeling, you know?”
She blew out a breath. “Really?”
“It’s like you know you’re about to get your ass handed to you by exposing yourself to this person, and you know that you’re fucking around on the edge of something that could potentially break and ruin you, but it’s just so damn thrilling, so consumingly addicting, that you’re willing to take the risk and do just about anything to be with that person.”
“Wow,” she mused in a dreamy tone. “That’s so great, Joe.”
“It’s actually pretty terrible,” I offered dryly. “You should avoid it like the plague.”
Shannon laughed and then asked, “So, is Aoife the reason…” Clearing her throat, she said in a much quieter tone, “you decided to, ah, well, you know…” she cupped her hands around her mouth before whispering, “don’t hang out with Shane Holland and those guys?”
She’s certainly the reason why I’ve become so good at hiding it.
“Yeah, Shan,” I said, feeling like a piece of shit. “She is.”
STAY WITH ME
OCTOBER 31ST 2004
AOIFE
It was Halloween night,and, after keeping Joe company while he took his little brothers out trick or treating, we had spent the rest of the night at Biddies bar, necking shots, and having fun with our friends.
Fancy dress had been optional, but I had no doubt that the slutty nurse’s outfit I’d been donning had a lot to do with our current status.
Drunk on alcohol, love, and the fantastic taste of his tongue in my mouth, I kissed him back with everything I had in me, as our bodies collided in a heap on his bed.
This was what it was like when we collided.
It either ended in us fighting or fucking.
And I was down for both.
Groaning loudly, we ripped and tore at each other’s clothes until we were naked, with him buried to the hilt inside me.
“Fuck, Molloy, I want you so bad, I can’t see straight.”
That would be the vodka that had hindered his ability to see straight, but I understood the sentiment, even if I was too drunk to say so.
“Give it to me,” I hissed, biting down hard on his lip, needing him to be rough and hard with me tonight. “I want it rough.”
Gone were the days of gentle touching and nervous missionary positions, where I laid beneath him and prayed his big dick wouldn’t break me open.
