Page 25 of Until the End

Is this an innocent thing she doesn’t realize will impact me?

No. Ginny isn’t some blushing virgin. She wouldn’t send this unknowingly.

But that almost makes this worse. Is she purposefully flirting with me? That seems far-fetched. We’ve playfully flirted with each other since we were kids, but it’s never meant anything. Could that be what she is doing? Maybe this is a sign she’s feeling more like herself now that she’s away from the negative cloud that surrounded her in LA.

Do I flirt back? I’m not stupid enough to believe this means anything, but maybe this is what Ginny needs. I’veproven plenty of times I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make Ginny happy, even if it’s to my own detriment.

Here goes nothing.

Me

I think you just added ten degrees to the world’s temperature. You look fucking amazing, Goose.

Now you’ve got me blushing. Chelsea sent me these tiny bikinis. This one is the most modest of them all.

That one’s the most modest? I think I’m gonna need to see these.

That could be arranged.

What the fuck is happening right now? This isnothow we used to flirt. There was a line we walked, and we were both very careful not to cross it. Teasing about seeing Ginny’s fuck-hot body in those tiny swimsuits just took a flying leap over that line.

Do I push this? I want to see where this goes with everything in me, but if I think with my big brain instead of my little one, there’s no way this will end well.

Ah, fuck it.

Be careful, Goose. You don’t want to make a promise you can’t keep.

Who said I didn’t want to keep this one?

Another picture comes in of Ginny lying on her stomach on one of the loungers by her pool. Half her face is cut off, but I can still see the smirk quirking her mouth.The rest of her body is framed in the photo, her ass on display in the wide thong-style bikini bottoms.

I don’t know which photo is better: her tits pressed up high or her ass hanging out.

Fuck, Ginny. Do you realize how gorgeous you are?

Want to come over?

Yes.The word is typed out before I can think. Luckily, I stop myself from sending it. If I go over there right now, we’ll cross a line we can never come back from. I can’t do that to her—not after everything she’s been through.

Yes…but I think we should talk first.

She doesn’t respond immediately. Is that good or bad? Probably bad. Did I just ruin this completely?

No. If I did, then she doesn’t truly want me.

You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even said anything. Just ignore my stupidity.

You absolutely should have. You have no idea how much you’ve made my night. I just know that if I come see you right now, we’ll make choices we can’t take back. I want you to be sure.

I am.

Then we’ll talk first. Okay?

Okay. Good night, Duck.

Good night, gorgeous.

I hope I didn’t just fuck up my chances to have my dream girl. I guess only time will tell if this was the right decision or if I should’ve gone with what my body was screaming at me to do.

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