11 Ginger
11
Ginger
I sat on the porch swing with the flower pattern, cracking up at something James said. I don’t remember what. After a few drinks, anything seemed funny to me, no matter how stupid. He sat down next to me, and I shouted as the swing jerked and I had to grab on to one of the creaky chains. I could hear the music and the partygoers in the background.
“Is that my drink?” I said, pointing at his hand.
“Not unless you tell me another joke.”
“I’m not a circus clown.”
“You are the funniest girl I’ve met today though.” We’d been talking and dancing awhile inside and had finally decided to get a breath of fresh air.
“Let’s see.” I took a deep breath like I was getting ready for a big performance and turned toward him. He was staring at me. The swing started to move again. Our knees touched. “What did the banana say to the Jell-O? I haven’t even undressed yet, and you’re already trembling all over.”
“Jesus, Ginger!” he laughed.
My phone buzzed just then.
I looked at it, distracted, a little overexcited. But everything froze when I saw his name. I smiled as I read the message. I’ve never seen such an insanely sexy cookie. Have fun. And remember: Us on the moon.
“It’s weird we’ve never met before.”
I looked at James. “Is it though? I never go to parties like this.”
“Why, because you used to have a boyfriend?” he guessed. “And now you…don’t?”
I saw him looking at my phone, which I stuffed in my pants pocket while I shook my head. “No. I’m not with anyone.”
“Good to know.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want trouble.”
A second later, he was kissing me, and I was frozen. It was slow, soft, almost delicate. Eventually I managed to react, wrapping my hands around his neck and laughing as I felt the swing rock. He laughed too. I kissed him back, but harder, enjoying that intoxicating feeling and wanting it to keep going on. After dancing and not thinking about anything, I felt happy, at ease.
I was Ginger Davies.
One insanely sexy cookie.