I rest my back up against the cold window as I let him inside me. I let myself be invaded by him, by his body and by the love that he is willing to give me.
Because Ian O’Connor gives.
He gives himself.
And I want all of it.
And only with him.
As I fixmy hair into a ponytail in front of the mirror, Ian surprises me by hugging me from behind with his strong arms.
“Are you ready?”
“For what?” I ask, turning to him.
“To go kill my brothers.”
Everyone is awake downstairs.Ian’s mother has made breakfast which everyone is shovelling down, before running outside like crazed children. We all put on hats and coats, boots and gloves and head outside.
The light that greets us is blinding. There’s a blanket of white clearing the air, the sky is clear too and so are our hearts.
Nick pelts Ian in the back of the neck with a snowball. Furious, he runs after him, ready to knock some sense into him.
I laugh at the scene. I laugh because I’m happy. I laugh because Ian O’Connor is wonderful and he’s mine.
“Don’t ruin everything,” Ryan says coming closer to me.
“That’s not the plan.”
“Women always say that.”
I look at him raising an eyebrow.
“Are you mad at me by any chance?” I ask him, because that’s sure what it feels like.
“Not yet, and I hope I won’t have to be in the future, either.”
Ryan walks off, and leaves me with a strange feeling inside.
I’m annoyed at being accused of something; but then Ian raises his eyes and gives me a goofy grin before hitting me mercilessly with a snowball.
No, Ian O’Connor. That’s something you shouldneverdo.
