Chloe Walsh

He was her anchor. She was his storm. Together, they were everything—and it still wasn't enough.

From Chloe Walsh, the international bestselling author of the viral Boys of Tommen series, comes a devastatingly raw, achingly beautiful love story that will rip your heart out and patch it back together.

Lizzie Young has always felt she was too much everything. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder at a young age, she's never fit in with her family, her friends, her community. Lizzie wants to be accepted and understood, but with few family or friends in her corner, she carries her burdens and her trauma on her own.

But when she meets a kind boy on the school bus, things start to look bright for the first time in her life...

Hugh Biggs has an old soul and the wisdom of someone far beyond his years. A young man with a sharp mind and a firm code of ethics, he sees something in Lizzie Young that he can't resist. He wants to be her everything and shoulder her burden. And Lizzie wants that too.

Lizzie and Hugh's bond seems unbreakable — their chemistry is electric, their love is potent, and their connection is soul deep – but even the truest love can be shaken by forces beyond control.

Boys of Tommen ~ Book 6

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Sophia

“She looks like a little angel.” Mark smiled and crouched down in front of me. “Do you like me, munchkin? Hmm? Are you going to talk to me?”

“Oh, no, no, no. She might look like one, but don’t let that angelic face fool you,” Caoimhe laughed. “She screams like a banshee when she feels like it.”

“I bet I can get her to talk,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You can try.” Caoimhe scoffed. “But no doctor has been able to fix her.”

“Would you like that, munchkin?” Mark asked, hand on my shoulder. “Would you like me to fix you?”

Again... this is so sick i can't deal with it

It was late on christmas night when my bedroom door opened, and Mark slipped into my room. I smiled when he locked the door behind him because that meant he was going to fix me again.

“Your eyes are nice,” I told him, feeling my heart flip-flop when I looked at him. “I like them.”

“Uh, thanks?” His cheeks reddened. “I like yours, too.”

“Your face is red.” He shifted in discomfort. “So is yours.”

“I know why.” I beamed back at him. “It’s because I give you the hots.”

“Uh.” He looked surprised and his face turned even redder. “I, uh…”

“It’s okay.” Grinning, I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my cheek. “See? You give me the hots, too.”

When the lads started teasing me about her, I found myself not caring one bit. Instead, I laughed off their taunts, feeling smug instead of embarrassed. Because they didn’t know what I did.

They didn’t have the strangest girl in Ballylaggin coming to their birthday party. My eyes locked on hers from across the bus and I smiled.

Gibs was always looking at her, and on the rare occasion he wasn’t, Claire was looking at him. Our mothers called it harmless puppy love, but I wasn’t so sure about that. I had a niggling feeling they would always look at each other like that.

She chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m not slow,” she hurried to add, digging her fingernails into her hand. “I swear I’m not…”

“I know you’re not, okay?” I replied, reaching down to peel her hands apart. “And who cares if you’re the oldest in your class?”

She didn’t seem to realize that she was scratching herself, but I noticed.

Not only a monster but insane as well WHATTT

“Caoimhe said you slept at a boy’s house last night.”

“Hugh.” I felt myself smile. “He’s really nice.”

“Hmm.” Mark didn’t look happy. “I don’t know how I feel about you cheating on me, munchkin.”

Literally goals before everything went to shit😭 this is so cute

I grinned at him. “Do you have a crush on me, too?”

“Jesus.” Blushing, he dipped under the water, reappearing a few seconds later and a lot farther away.

“Wait!” I called after him. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Yes,” he called over his shoulder as he swam back to our friends. “My answer is yes!”

Thank God SOMEONE is seeing how inappropriate that is - Caoimhe is so weird for not seeing anything wrong with that

“Don’t sit on his lap,” I whispered back.

I don’t know. “Just don’t, okay?”

“I mean it.” I held my pinky finger up to her. “Promise me.”

Confusion filled his eyes. “I don’t get stung.”

I shrugged. “Maybe it’s just my bath.”

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