"I want to sort your sh.it out first." He admitted.
"Kieran," I groaned.
"I haven't even talked to my parents, Pierce. They're going to be pi.ssed if I don't come to them first. My uncle, Mal, wants to meet her, like yesterday. And I still haven't sorted my own sh.it out." Kieran said. "Now, I can work on all of that while figuring your sh.it out. Unless you just want to tell me. You almost did that one night."
I looked away, over to Otti. She was flicking through action movies, not paying attention to us at all. I love her messy hair and pj's. My girl looks so comfortable and fu.cking stunning. She's a goddamn breath of fresh air.
"How about you tell me what sh.it it is you need to sort out?" I suggested, trying to stall. "I know about your family, both sides, at least a little bit, b
