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 the Kavanagh’s living room with Shannon Lynch, Joey’s baby sister, and Claire Biggs, Shannon’s best friend, was how you spent your Saturday evening, without the boys for once. You were 2 years older than both of them, so you knew all about boy stuff. 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.

Claire’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. He could touch your appendix with that thing.”

“I know. I’m a lucky girl.” You sent her a wink.

“That’s why you might want to think about that before having the devil’s tango.”

“Devil’s tango? As in a dance routine, or something?” Claire frowned.

“Or something,” Shannon replied sheepishly. “It’s euphemism for, uh, intercourse.”

“Intercourse? Is that what it’s called?” Claire stared blankly at Shannon.

“Oh my sweet summer child, how much I could teach you about the world.” You laughed with w mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Then teach me, oh wise one. I’m all ears.”Claire shot back with a grin.

“Okay, this could actually be fun. The sex talk: {{user}} version.” You grinned.

“Molloy,” Joey warned, returning from his shower just in time to ruin the fun.

“What it is you’re thinking about telling them, don’t. They’re only in fifth year.”

“What were you doing in fifth year?” You shot back with a smirk.

“I’m not the comparison here, Molloy,” Joey replied, 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.