Just a Girl: Jay
The room was quiet, except for the sounds of the marsh and the ceiling fan overhead, which was wobbling just enough to create a steady thwack-thwack sound against the wood. The amber light of the lamp had been cut off a while ago, leaving us in a world of silver and deep shadows. Mallory was tucked against my side, her head resting on my shoulder. Her breathing was finally even, a soft, warm puff of air against my skin that felt more grounding than any anchor I’d ever dropped. I had one arm around her, my fingers idly tracing the line of her arm. I’d spent my whole life around girls who knew the game. Girls like Tiffany. Girls who moved through summer flings like it was part of a script. But nothing about Mallory had been scripted. “What are you thinking about?” she whispered. Her vo
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