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The hall has cleared, and we start toward the door. Mom hugs me tightly before we head our separate ways. “Be safe.”
I hug her back. She’s heavier now, no longer the small, fragile thing she once was. “I will. I’ll call next week.”
She nods and smiles, maybe a little disbelieving that I really will.
Ginny leans against my vehicle, her phone in hand. It’s dark and she’s all alone and I feel like an ass for making her wait for me out here like this.
I hit the unlock button and she looks up, those light brown eyes meeting mine under the fluorescent parking lot lights. Instead of going to the driver’s side, I go to her, kissing her hard out in the open where anyone might see us.
She doesn’t seem to care either, though, because she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body to mine. And it’s the best damn part of the day. Well… unless she lets me hat trick her later.
23
Ginny
The followingweekend the guys are gone for two away games. I sit on the floor in Reagan and Dakota’s apartment. Reagan brings two bags of chips and a platter of dips and sets it down between me and Dakota.
Dakota stands. “I’m going to grab the bottle of wine so I don’t have to get up again. You’re staying over, right?” she asks.
“Yeah, might as well. Ava’s out of town visiting Trent,” I say before digging into the queso.
She grabs the wine and we all settle in.
“Does Heath stay with you then on the weekends or are you two getting it on with your brother on the other side of the wall?” Dakota asks.
I make a face and toss a chip at her. “Gross, and Adam isn’t on the other side of the wall, thankfully. Maverick is always hanging in the living room, though, and sometimes has girls with him. I have no idea why he doesn’t go to his own place.”
Reagan scrunches up her nose.
“Yeah. I’ve heard entirely too much of his sex talk for my liking.”
“Dirty talk? Maverick?” Dakota asks. “That surprises me for some reason.”
“Not dirty exactly. And I think he might be talking to himself.” I make a face. “He’s a weird dude.”
“Come on, give us something. Anything. We’re dying for details. You’ve barely said anything about this new hot thing between you and Heath.” Dakota pulls her red hair over one shoulder.
I look between my friend’s eager faces. “There’s not much to tell.”
“I don’t buy it,” Reagan says. “You two looked like you were gonna rip each other’s clothes off playing video games last night.”
“Some clothes have been ripped off, but we haven’t had sex yet.”
“Interesting.”
She says it like “interesting” means bad or weird. Is it? We’re making out every chance we get. He’s given me more orgasms fully clothed than I would have thought possible. Technically we haven’t slept together yet, but it’s been fun and hot. None of it seemed odd before, but now I’m nervous that maybe he thinks it’s weird too.
“Is that bad? Should I be worried?”
“Sounds sweet,” Reagan says.
Dakota takes a sip of her wine. “Sounds very unlike Heath.”
“Dakota,” Reagan says in a shrill voice.
“What?” She looks to me. “You know he’s not some innocent guy, right? I mean, I wouldn’t call Heath a slut because I’m not into label shaming, buuut… he’s not been shy about hooking up with chicks. And by hooking up, I mean sex.”
“No, I know.”
