it was the hardest thing a man might ever do. That meant keeping my hands off the girl across the street until I was ready to give her my last name.
“Ginny is a pure heart, son, beautiful from the inside out. You don’t want to break a pure hearted girl like that, because it would break her in ways you might never be able to fix. And, if you ever do that, you would only end up blackening your soul. If she’s yours and you’ve broken her, then you’ll be living without the very thing you need the most: your heart.”
My father’s words resonated in my head for days, forcing me to think about something I had once thought I never would—tying myself down to one woman. It had been sort of overwhelming for me. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more the idea of Ginny and me felt right—owning the angel across the street, calling her mine.
One day, when we were ready, I would do just that.
Own her.
Love her.
After all, a part of me was already in love with her.
It was only my inexperience, youth, and dreams of leaving that held me back from falling in love with her completely. It wasn’t easy, but I shut out the emotional shit and refused to let it grow any further.
Now, as I came closer and closer to my eighteenth birthday, my mind was made up. At the end of my first enlistment, I would be twenty-four, and she would be twenty-one. Ginny would have had time to live a little before I came home, and we would both be old enough to know if it had just been hormones or something more.
At seventeen, I knew who I was to an extent. After the talk with my dad, it was not lost on me that I had serious urges that might get worse when it came to the angel who lived across the street. It was going to take everything I had to ignore those urges, and who knew how domineering I might be when I did finally claim her? Deep inside, I knew the controlling, selfish part of me would only grow.
The reason why was simple: part of me wanted to own every part of Ginny. However, in return, Ginny would own every part of me, as well. We were in no way ready for that.
I was only worried Ginny was going to drive me insane between now and when we were ready. Seeing her without actually touching her was becoming torture.
It wasn’t lost on me that Ginny only grew more beautiful every day. Still, she was shy, quiet, and painfully awkward. Thankfully, because of those qualities, the boys in school didn’t pay much attention to her. Even though I was a senior, while she was just a freshman, I kept an eye out for her, making sure no one messed with her. And, by no one, I meant those of the dick carrying variety.
I had convinced myself before that I was doing it because she was my little sister’s best friend and practically part of the family. Now, I wondered if something inside of me had always known Ginny was my girl.
In my attempt to keep my hands off her, I was still fucking my way through my high school and the one in the next county over. Was it wrong? Probably. I did feel guilty every time I touched another girl. However, I did my best to keep everything I did quiet so it wouldn’t get back to Ginny and hurt her. Luckily, she didn’t talk to many people and wasn’t one to gossip. If she had heard a rumor about me and one of my hook-ups, I wasn’t sure she would know whether to believe it or not.
Ginny had all hearts and flowers and forever in her eyes, and I was worried one of us would break before we were ready.
If I broke, it would be my willpower, and I might claim my girl sooner than I knew was good for either of us. If she broke, it would be her heart.
“Mr. Young?” my English teacher drawled. “Would you like to tell the class what you learned from the story of Odysseus?”
Somehow, I managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes at the uptight woman who loved to find any reason to throw me in detention. “Do I have to, Ms. Edwards?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping one of her
“Ginny is a pure heart, son, beautiful from the inside out. You don’t want to break a pure hearted girl like that, because it would break her in ways you might never be able to fix. And, if you ever do that, you would only end up blackening your soul. If she’s yours and you’ve broken her, then you’ll be living without the very thing you need the most: your heart.”
My father’s words resonated in my head for days, forcing me to think about something I had once thought I never would—tying myself down to one woman. It had been sort of overwhelming for me. Yet, the more I thought about it, the more the idea of Ginny and me felt right—owning the angel across the street, calling her mine.
One day, when we were ready, I would do just that.
Own her.
Love her.
After all, a part of me was already in love with her.
It was only my inexperience, youth, and dreams of leaving that held me back from falling in love with her completely. It wasn’t easy, but I shut out the emotional shit and refused to let it grow any further.
Now, as I came closer and closer to my eighteenth birthday, my mind was made up. At the end of my first enlistment, I would be twenty-four, and she would be twenty-one. Ginny would have had time to live a little before I came home, and we would both be old enough to know if it had just been hormones or something more.
At seventeen, I knew who I was to an extent. After the talk with my dad, it was not lost on me that I had serious urges that might get worse when it came to the angel who lived across the street. It was going to take everything I had to ignore those urges, and who knew how domineering I might be when I did finally claim her? Deep inside, I knew the controlling, selfish part of me would only grow.
The reason why was simple: part of me wanted to own every part of Ginny. However, in return, Ginny would own every part of me, as well. We were in no way ready for that.
I was only worried Ginny was going to drive me insane between now and when we were ready. Seeing her without actually touching her was becoming torture.
It wasn’t lost on me that Ginny only grew more beautiful every day. Still, she was shy, quiet, and painfully awkward. Thankfully, because of those qualities, the boys in school didn’t pay much attention to her. Even though I was a senior, while she was just a freshman, I kept an eye out for her, making sure no one messed with her. And, by no one, I meant those of the dick carrying variety.
I had convinced myself before that I was doing it because she was my little sister’s best friend and practically part of the family. Now, I wondered if something inside of me had always known Ginny was my girl.
In my attempt to keep my hands off her, I was still fucking my way through my high school and the one in the next county over. Was it wrong? Probably. I did feel guilty every time I touched another girl. However, I did my best to keep everything I did quiet so it wouldn’t get back to Ginny and hurt her. Luckily, she didn’t talk to many people and wasn’t one to gossip. If she had heard a rumor about me and one of my hook-ups, I wasn’t sure she would know whether to believe it or not.
Ginny had all hearts and flowers and forever in her eyes, and I was worried one of us would break before we were ready.
If I broke, it would be my willpower, and I might claim my girl sooner than I knew was good for either of us. If she broke, it would be her heart.
“Mr. Young?” my English teacher drawled. “Would you like to tell the class what you learned from the story of Odysseus?”
Somehow, I managed to stop myself from rolling my eyes at the uptight woman who loved to find any reason to throw me in detention. “Do I have to, Ms. Edwards?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping one of her
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