Page 71 of Secret Puck
Once the movie is going, she places her head on my chest. Her hair smells like apples and tickles my face. This is nice, I’ll admit. Maybe I can kind of see Rauthruss’s point about wanting to talk to Carrie all the time. Though I can’t really picture having an entire relationship through a phone. For Ginny though? My mind starts to conjure all types of ideas for phone sex.
Hanging out with Ginny is always nice. I’m not even disappointed we didn’t have sex. Okay, I’m nottoodisappointed. When I finally get inside of her, I want full range of motion. Especially knowing her past experiences were blah. Seriously, what the fuck? How is that even possible?
There’s so much passion in Ginny. Kissing her is a trip. Just lying next to her, there’s an energy that flows through my veins that doesn’t exist when she’s not with me. Sex with Ginny blah? If I weren’t so tired, the thought would be laughable.
25
Ginny
Thursday night,Heath and I ride over to The White House with Maverick and Dakota. We’re in the backseat and Heath’s big palm is stretched out over my knee. He’s texting with his other hand.
“Sorry, he’s getting married next summer, and for some reason, I need to decide what kind of tux I want right this second.” His fingers keep flying over the screen as he and his brother text back and forth.
“A tux. Hmmm.” The image of Heath in a nice suit or tux does not suck.
He glances up and winks. “Tuxes do it for you, huh?”
“Youdo it for me.”
Mav groans. “You two are a real buzzkill. Should have stayed home and boned, left the party to the single people.”
“Don’t be a dick to my girl,” Heath tells him, still staring at his phone.
Maverick turns in his seat. “You are ruining it for the rest of us. Girls see you two together, and you give them hope and ideas about what the rest of us want. And all I want is a good blow job.”
“I hope that’s not your best pickup line,” I tell him.
Heath and Dakota laugh. Maverick shakes his head but smiles.
“You’re such a liar,” Heath says, finally putting his phone in his pocket. “Some girl gets her mouth anywhere near your junk and you’ll be proposing marriage.”
“Probably true.” Mav sighs. “I’m a romantic at heart.”
From the front of The White House it looks like a nice, respectable family home, but one foot inside the door, and it’s college madness. Though, thankfully, not quite so mad as the pool party. I can actually see two feet in front of me tonight.
As we walk through the entryway, I look around to take it all in. The last time I was here it was so packed, it was hard to appreciate.
“I know, right?” Heath takes my hand. The other two have already gone ahead of us. “My brother lived here.”
Since my interactions with Heath have mostly been limited to the hockey team and the dining hall, I didn’t realize just how many people he knows. Guys on the basketball team call out to him, “Baby Payne!”
They ask him questions about Nathan and a few girls ask about Chloe, his brother’s fiancée. With each group of people we talk to, Heath introduces me, we chat, and we accept drink after drink. Heath more so than me.
The end result is a very Gumby-like drunk Heath by the time we’ve made it outside where the main party is happening.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and leans into me. “I think I might be drunk.”
I stutter step my way to where our friends are sitting. Dakota’s found Reagan and they’ve pulled lounge chairs together. They’re sharing one and facing Maverick.
When they spot us, more specifically me desperately trying to unload a very heavy Heath, Mav moves to sit with Reagan and Dakota, and I manage to get Heath and I seated.
“The Oversharer is here!” Maverick lifts his cup with a smile. “How ya feeling, buddy? Feeling good? Feeling like you want to tell all your deepest secrets?”
Heath makes a motion like he’s zipping his lips and tossing the key, nearly loses his balance and falls off the back of the chair.
“How do you get so drunk when you’re this heavy?” I groan as I pull him upright.
“I wanna take you to The Olive Garden.” He sways a little, staring at me. “You deserve The Olive Garden.”
