A GIRL LIKE ME de Ginger Scott
Like Us Duet #2
Genre: Mature YA Romance, avec un petit plus…
Sortie (VO): 26 mai 2017
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“Alright, well…I’ll be a few minutes, and at least we can get you into some fresh clothes,” I say, taking a step or two down the hall before pausing, tapping my fingers along the wall and looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes are waiting for me, and his lip is raised on the same side as mine. I let the energy of that one look settle into my chest and warm me from inside, then I head the rest of the way down the hall and shut the bathroom door behind me.
My eyes take in my reflection as soon as I rest my back against the door. I haven’t looked at myself in a long time, and the last time I did—the last time I really looked—I didn’t think the girl looking back at me was good enough. This girl, though—she’s strong. My mouth is still curved in the same smile I gave Wes, and it grows as I step closer to the sink, setting my clothes and phone on the counter.
My blonde hair has gotten lighter from the summer sun. It used to be dark and lifeless, hidden by late nights and a bedroom where I never once let the light in. It’s longer, too, the ends twisting down to my elbows. I lean in, studying the grayish blue of my eyes, which while they’ve never been bright and vivid like Wes’s, they are unique on their own. The color looks like a storm.
I no longer hate the freckles that sprinkle from one cheek to the other, and the pinkish tone of my cheeks, kissed by sun like my hair. My shoulders are bronze, and I tug my shirt sideways at the neckline and run my opposite finger along the light line drawn over it where the strap of my tank top has become a permanent pattern on my body.
My shoulders are strong, but still feminine. I lift my shirt up over my head, dropping it to the floor, and I run my hands down the front of my body, over my breasts to my stomach and hips, hooking my fingers in my shorts and underwear, dropping them to the floor as well. I look back up and take all of me in, at least to my waist where I can’t see below in the mirror.
Somehow, over the last six months, I’ve become something more than just a girl. I look at this person in the mirror, and she’s a woman. My leg is not perfect. My thighs are thick from running and working the muscles hard as I train. My nails are short from playing ball and chewing at them, and my skin is dotted with light bruising from workouts and missed grounders on the field. But my imperfections make me smile more.
I glance down where my phone lies by the sink, and I pull it into my palms and open a message to Wes. Without hesitation, I type what I feel right now. No second-guessing and no doubts or worries. Just this one thing that, while I’ve said it, I don’t think it’s been heard by him enough.
I love you, you know.
It’s exactly as he said it to me minutes ago, and I mean it with the same depth and emotion as he did. I set my phone down and watch the screen with a pounding heart, waiting for him to type something back, but instead, the bathroom door pushes open slowly.
Découvrez le premier tome de cette série:
A BOY LIKE YOU
YA Contemporary Romance
Sortie (VO): 3 mars 2017