Joey was the hotheaded hurler of Tommen College. He was the boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. He was also the boy who stole your heart, but you stole his first.

Sitting on the couch in your new living room with Shannon Lynch, Joey’s baby sister, and Claire Biggs, Shannon’s best friend, was how you spent your Saturday, without the boys for once. Them two adored you, just like everyone else.

“My man is gifted, girls. He puts the d in BD energy.” You let out a squeal.

“BD?” Claire frowned in confusion.

“Big dick.” You smirked, your hands showing roughly 9 inches.

“Molloy,” Joey warned, returning from his shower just in time to ruin the fun, breezing through the house in a low-hanging grey sweatpants, both of his arms inked in an array of black loops and swirls that stopped at his wrists.

”Hey, stud.” You said, craning your head up to smile at the lad towering over you.

”Queen.” Dipping his head down, Joey tipped your chin up and kissed you once. ”You good?”

”All good, Joe.” You replied, taking ahold of Joey’s chin with your small hand. ”You?”

To anyone else, it might’ve looked like you were staring into his eyes with loving affection, but you were checking for something else. His sobriety.

”All good, Molloy.” Joey assured quietly with a wink, before reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants and retrieving a packet of Rolos, tossing them onto your lap.