Four! If we’re counting all forms. Which of course I did.
draft: way more than you hate it
Ginny hummed and Mike watched, not bothering to hide the smile breaking across his face. “My dad used to make me practice with nectarines,” she said. “But I would’ve loved a ball like this. It would’ve been so much easier to find in the dark!”
The girl finally cracked a smile, giggling. Before she could say anything else, though, she turned at the sound of someone calling.
draft: guys like you ch. 2
“Oh my God!” she whirls on her smirking captain, keeping her other thoughts to herself and just barely restraining the urge to slug him. “Where were you even hiding?”
He shrugs, sliding into the seat Noah just vacated. A seat that’s all too close to hers. With Noah, it had been cute. A little annoying, but mostly cute. With Mike, it’s nearly overwhelming.
draft: lose inhibitions/give exhibitions
Ginny’s face falls. If she’d been sober, Mike’s sure that she would’ve done a better job of hiding the dismay. Then again, if she’d been sober, he wouldn’t have to keep her at arm’s length right now. They’d both probably be making themselves very at home in that bed of hers.
But she’s not, so she also doesn’t manage to hold her tongue.
draft: a habit worth forming or she’s overboard, self assured
Which is why, one early afternoon, she puts a condom from the stash Will thinks he’s hidden so well in his hand. She doesn’t want to think about it. Not now and not in the future.
Besides, she likes Scott. This is what girls do with the boys they like, isn’t it?
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