I never got that. Never even knew it was a thing until now. I had lots of good times with my dad, but I was still a kid—we didn’t talk girls or life, none of that. Losing a parent is one of those things that as soon as you think you’re over it, something stops you in your tracks and the wound is as fresh as if it just happened. I have a feeling it’ll be like that the rest of my life. But as sad as it makes me for what I missed out on, I enjoy being around Ginny’s family. It’s the first holiday I’ve had in years where my worries are only the limitations of my stomach and how much food I can stuff in it.

“We’re eating in thirty minutes,” Ginny says as she rejoins us outside. She’s freshly showered and dressed in jeans and a ruffly shirt with a deep V-neck that’s going to make it impossible to keep my eyes off her boobs while I feign the role of respectable friend.

She hasn’t held back with the PDA since I showed up last night, but I still want to respect that Adam’s not exactly on board. She takes a seat on my lap and I glance around to see if anyone shoots daggers at me, but Mr. Scott and Adam barely seem to notice.

“I should shower.” I’m dirty and sweaty and probably not presentable for a Thanksgiving table.

“Yeah, we all should get cleaned up,” Mr. Scott says as he tosses the ball to Adam one last time and heads for the house.

“Adam, do you have some clothes I could borrow?” Mav asks. “I was so excited when I packed all I managed to grab were socks and boxers.”

Adam chuckles but nods. “I’ll see what my dad has.”

They all head in, but Ginny doesn’t budge to let me up.

“I can think of a few things to do while you wait for the shower.”

“Oh yeah.” I put my finger in the V of her shirt and pull the fabric away from her chest so I can look down it.

“Mhmm.”

She presses her lips to mine and then pulls back so we’re nose to nose. “I, uh, decided something last night.”

“What’s that?” I ask and kiss her again.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Wait for what?”

“Sex, dummy. I’m ready.”