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?”

“You do 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.