A few months ago, I would have thought going without sex this long would have been a real sacrifice, but Ginny’s sexual appetite is ravenous… just without the actual sex. When we first started hooking up, I couldn’t wait to get inside her, but Ginny’s creative and I can’t pretend to have been anything but satisfied with our hookups. However, now that she’s giving me the green light, I am ready to skip dinner and just have her instead.

All the blood is rushing to my cock with all the new things this opens up for us. I can’t freaking wait. I kiss her hard, giving her a taste of how excited I am about her news.

“Payne,” Adam bellows from the house. “Quit sucking face with my sister and get in here.”

I smile into her mouth as our kiss stops.

We walk up to the house and Ginny goes to the kitchen to help her mom. I grab my overnight bag and Adam and I head upstairs.

“You can take a shower in my room. Should have everything you need in there.” He stops outside his room and motions for me to go ahead.

“Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Lock the door on both sides.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“You’ll see.”

I walk in and set my bag on the floor and then wander to the bathroom. There’s another bedroom on the other side and I grin as I get my first peek at Ginny’s childhood. I go all the way in and turn a circle. The walls are painted teal and the bed has a white comforter with a thousand throw pillows piled on top. Framed photos line the top of a desk. Even without walking closer, I can tell Bryan is featured in a lot of them.

Her ex-boyfriend might be better at football, but Ginny barely even looked at him the entire game. I know it sounds conceited to say she’s totally into me, but I know she is. I’m totally into her too. Still, I turn the largest frame around so I don’t have to stare at their happy faces.

As I’m coming back through the bathroom, Adam walks in his room with brows furrowed. “Do you have any extra clothes Mav could wear?”

“Nah, man, I just brought the one change of clothes.”

He goes to his dresser and rummages through the few items inside. “My dad doesn’t have a single item of clothing in their closet.”

I shrug and so does he as he says, “Guess Mav will have to wear some vintage duds of mine.”

By the time I shower and head back down, the Scott’s dining room table is filled with food and the guys are already sitting around practically salivating. There’s an empty chair between Ginny and Mav, and I take it.