9
Liam
“Let’s get breakfast,” I say.
It’s six thirty a.m. and Ginny and I stand in the morning mist sifting over the field next to my home. The wet dew sparkles gray and silver against the green and brown of the late summer grass. Even though it’s supposed to be eighty today and I’m sweating up a storm, the morning air is still cool.
I look over at Ginny. She’s in her tiny spandex shorts, a sports b*a, and a backless tank. Sure enough, there are goosebumps on her arms.
“How about coffee?” I ask. “I peg you as a coffee drinker.”
She does that thing I’m starting to love where she raises an eyebrow and lifts one corner of her lips. It’s the look that means she’s thinking something outrageous. She had it when she first knocked on my door, when she dumped cheap whiskey over me, and when s
