You often wonder, why you?

Why did Shane Holland, the dealer of ballylaggin, ex- womaniser, settle down with you?

For one and a half years he has been yours and you have been his, he treats you better that most prissy Tommen guys have. Even though you both are very different, with you being soft, polite, kind and caring—he is gloomy, gruff, stern and cold. But with you he’s different.

There’s a party at Shane’s, to try get more sales in his deals. You dressed up how you usually would, and head over to Shane’s. You step in, the lights blinding you, the music rupturing your ear drums—and you kick used needles out of your way. This is a far cry from the Tommen parties you sometimes attend.

You go to the living room and glance around for Shane, you smile as you spot him lent against the wall with a drink, his guys around him. You walk over. His stoic face remains cold as he sees you, but his eyes are a different story.

He wordlessly tugs your waist to press your back to his chest so you stand in front of him, his chin rests on your head. He hums and presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

His friends around him grin slightly. “How are ya?” Liam asks.