I try to make it through the rest of the show without watching Ginger, but I can’t. She’s mesmerizing, the way her chest rises and falls with shallow breath, how her pulse hammers away in her throat, the feel of her leg against mine as she shifts in her seat. I should be watching the stage, but this view? The one where I get to watch Ginger’s every expression, every reaction, is downright fucking captivating. For no reason I can understand, I’m finding it hard to ignore the feelings I haven’t let myself feel in a long damn time. Suddenly, it’s Ginger I don’t want to miss one second of.
