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“What did you get this time?” Ollie demanded, diving onto my bed and almost giving me a heart attack in the process. “Aw, man, he sends you presents every day.”

“Not every day, Ollie,” I mumbled, blushing.

“You’ve had two packages a week since he left.” Ollie groaned. “It’s been six weeks. That makestwelvepackages. I’ve hadone.”

“Because he’smyboyfriend,” I defended, even though I was grinning in delight. “Now back up so I can open it.”

“It’s because she lets him touch her boobs.” Tadhg snickered from the doorway, where Bonnie, Sookie, and Cupcake were all nuzzling against his legs. “That’s why she gets all those presents, Ol.”

“Tadhg!” I choked out. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” Tadhg laughed, scratching Cupcake’s ear. “Deny it.”

“First you let him tongue kiss you, and now you’re showing him your boobies?” Ollie groaned, clutching his stomach. “I feel a little sick in my guts.”

“We don’t do any of that,” I lied through my teeth. “We only hold hands.”

“Uh-huh.” Tadhg snickered. “You keep telling yourself that, Shan.”

“That’s why he sent those tickets for the music festival he’s taking her to when he comes home?” Ollie demanded. “So he can see her boobies?”

“Probably.” Tadhg laughed.

Ignoring my brothers, I ripped open the box and grinned when I saw the green jersey with the number 13 etched on the back. Pulling it out, I held it to my chest, breathing in the smell ofhim. Shivering, I thought back to the conversation we’d had on the phone last week…

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, Shan, I did.”

“You lie.”

“Sometimes, but never to you.”

“Impossible.” I shook my head, not trusting this crazy talk. “Those concert tickets have been sold out for months.”

“You underestimate my powers of persuasion, baby,” he purred down the line. “I figured we could share a tent again.”

“Oh my god, you’re really serious, aren’t you?” My eyes widened in excitement. “I can’t believe this,” I practically screamed as I did a little happy dance. “You actually got us Oxegen tickets!”

“Hundred percent, Shan,” he replied. “It’s all I’m thinking about. No parents. No annoying fucking brothers. No training. No drama. Just you and me, a tent, and some decent music for an entire weekend.”

“Who’s headlining this year?”

“Green Day and Foo Fighters,” he replied.

“God!”

“I know.”

“But, Johnny, I’ll never get in. It’s over-eighteens.”

“Again, you seem to be underestimating my powers of persuasion.” He chuckled. “I’ll get you in, Shan. Don’t even worry your pretty head about it.”

I rolled my eyes and then screamed in excitement. “We’re really going?”

“Really, really.”

“Just us?”

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