She walked around to the driver’s side and leaned over to give someone a kiss. That bothered him. A couple of months ago, it would have bothered him because he was jealous of Ginny’s husband. Now it bothered him because he was jealous of people who were in love, of people who had their love reciprocated. He wondered if his envy of her seemingly happy relationship had been part of the reason for his stupid crush on Ginny. He frequently saw her husband drop her off in the morning, occasionally pick her up in the afternoon, and she always kissed him. Liam had spoken to her several times, but he’d never known her all that well. Unlike Maya. He’d had a few days to think about it, and he still thought that before he said anything, he should become a bigger part of her life. Show her what they could have together rather than tell her what he wanted. Prove he was a good alternative to the guys she usually dated. Show, not tell. He remembered that advice from English class.
