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Chapter
    6
    Lucas
    Seventeen Years Old
    She was driving me nuts.
    It was bad enough I had to sit through that bullshit English class I would never use after high school, but it was even worse when I had to do it after seeing Ginny walk down the hall in a damn mini skirt. Did the girl have any idea what a skirt like that did to me and every other guy in this school? How many of these pissants would see her dressed like that and imagine getting their hands up her too short skirt?
    There had been no time to corner her and let her know she needed to change. If I hadn’t gotten to class on time, Ms. Edwards would have nagged me to death about being late. Therefore, there I sat, pissed as hell, wondering what Ginny had been thinking and unable to do anything about it.
    There were days I knew she did shit like that to try to get my attention, but the girl had no clue she had all of my attention, and I couldn’t let her know it, either.
    I had my reasons for keeping her away from me. At first, it was because we had grown up together, and it was just too weird. The older I got, the more I saw the hopeful stars in my mother’s eyes anytime she saw Ginny blushing in my direction. Teenage boys had an internal alarm that warned them away from anything remotely permanent in the pussy department, and those stars in my mother’s eyes had warned me that she was picturing future wedding vows and grandbabies.
    The thought damn near gave me hives.
    My younger self had known Ginny was special, but even then, I didn’t want to be tied down in any capacity. My whole life, I had wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps and go in the Army. I couldn’t let any girl, let alone my little sister’s best friend, side track me from that goal. I was going to make a career out of the military. Join the Green Berets and go on top secret missions around the world. To obtain all that, I had to stay focused, which meant not worrying about leaving a girlfriend back at home while I was training.
    Because of that, I treated her like I would my sister and started tapping whoever looked good and would let me into her panties, even if a part of me knew down to the bottom of my soul that Ginny was meant to be mine.
    Would I admit it to her? Hell no. Were my feelings toward her way deeper than any seventeen-year-old should have? Hell yes.
    The Army wasn’t my only plan, though. No.
    As I sat, stewing in English class, barely paying attention to whatever the hell my teacher was talking about, I was planning for the future, for when I was ready to settle down.
    As soon as my first six-year enlistment ended, and I signed on for my next one, I would take some time off and come home to see if there was still that something different between Ginny and me. It might seem selfish of me to wait so long before coming back for her, but there was more than one reason to do so.
    We were way too young for one thing, and she was three years younger than me. So, even if I waited until I was twenty-one and she was eighteen, I feared, down the road, she would resent me for tying her down so young.
    When I dreamed about Ginny, it was hot enough to wake me up with the hardest morning wood I had ever experienced. There was just something about her that made me want to do crazy things, like fantasize about tying an older Ginny to the bed and kissing every inch of her body. I knew it sounded nuts, but something about her made me feel things I didn’t understand, which was another damn good reason I should keep my distance from the girl.
    It was more than physical. Ginny had this vision. She saw everything in vivid color. Her creativity, her smile, everything about Ginny was bright, including her future. She was smart, quiet, shy, and loyal. Through all the girl drama my sister ever went through, Ginny was by her side. Ginny had depth most girls didn’t. Hell, she was deeper and more intuitive than any teenager should be.
    I hated the few times she would seem to get scared of