“Midway through the summer, with you consuming my mind … my every thought, I had Carson McKinney pull out the fucking iron after a couple of beers, heat it up and sear that G into my ribs.” He takes a breath before adding, “Right where I felt your hands for days after you slid across my truck seat. I searched for that feeling for a long time. But I never ever found it with anyone else,” he whispers. “It’s been you for so fucking long, Ginger … you’re the baseline I compared every woman to. You’re the one I sought. I sought your attention, your sass, your fucking beautiful smile. Always.”
