Ginny threw back her head and laughed loudly, clapping her hands together as Drew smirked over at her. “Only you would actually find a roach exterminator sexy.” She teased, shaking her head at him. “Though don’t mind me being a bit conceited for being totally positive it’s only because your incredibly attractive girlfriend would be the one packing the UV lights and rat poison, instead of it just being a vague fantasy of yours you never shared.”
The girl raised an eyebrow though as Drew continued on, just off-handedly joking that he’d get her in trouble someday. “Oh really? Planning on sticking around long enough to get me fired from my job? Ah do declare, suh! I’m gosh-darned ovahwHELMED!” Ginny put the back of her hand against her forehead and adopting her best southern-belle-charm accent as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
And yet.... there still was something like a genuine flush that brushed its way across Ginny’s cheeks. After all, she and Drew were completely open with each other. She knew how he had felt about Annie Simmons (and part of her still wondered if his feelings were a bit more present than past tense, even with everything they’d built together over the past few months). So to hear him so casually make allusions to y’know, sticking with her?
It was a small, strange sort of comfort that Ginny found herself wanting to treasure forever. Maybe he really liked her back after all.
“Oh, we certainly would be having sex before I killed you.” Ginny scoffed, giving Drew a look like ‘come on now.’ “What sort of ridiculously bad-ass Black-Widow assassin/spy/Bond Girl would I be if I didn’t seduce you with my undeniable charms and have my way with you before stabbing you in the chest? It’s pretty much the first lesson they teach you in lady-spy school.” The girl grinned widely and let out another chuckle at her own joke.
Ginny glanced over at Drew a moment later though, gaze flickering across Drew’s face as she wondered for what felt like the millionth time if he ever regretted that night. They both had said they didn’t, but how much of that had been politeness or wanting to spare her feelings? Of course, Ginny trusted Drew so so much, that she was certain he’d never lie like that to her. So when he’d broached the idea of the two of them taking it slow from then on out, part of her had been relieved by their mutual agreement to put on the brakes.
There had been something different about that night. She’d felt something that she hadn’t even felt when pining so fiercely after Will--when she’d been so certain that he was the greatest love she’d ever have if he’d only notice her. It had been something deep and raw and, well... beautiful.
And it had scared the living crap out of her.
“Burgers sound almost as good as getting trash thrown at me.” She fake-whined as she nudged the dashboard with a toe. “I was really hoping the teeny-boppers would start getting more creative with what trash they threw at us. But I guess a semi-romantic dinner of burgers and greasy onion rings paired with the sound of crashing waves and screeching gulls isn’t so bad either.” Ginny smiled a little over at Drew. He knew that she actually really liked going on these sort of improptu picnics with him. In fact was pretty much her perfect date. A bit of silly banter, greasy food, watching the sun set before going back to one of their apartments and cuddling as they watched some Netflix? Nothing could have ever beat that.
“I still am going to get you for feeding Darcy, by the way! He’s incorrigible now! Won’t stop begging ever!” Ginny reached over to shove Drew in the shoulder, though perhaps her fingers landed a bit gently as they traced their way to thread between his own. “I know you like to be the cool dad who gets him on weekends and packs him up tight with sugar and red meat. But I’m the one who the vet yells at when he’s overweight. You keep this up, I’m going to make you come along to your furry little son’s appointments so they can meet the true culprit!”
