Page 90 of Catching Feeling

God, he kisses the same way he fucks. Unhinged and possessive. Like he’s staking his claim every time he touches me.

“Let’s go. Right the fuck now,” he pants against my lips.

“Okay,” I agree.

Yet my fingers stay entwined in his shirt, and he’s clutching my waist like I’m the one who’s holding him up.

A moment later, his Apple watch goes off, and he curses. “We have to go right now, or we’re going to miss it.”

Without him supporting the weight of my legs, which are still shaky from his kiss, I sway for a second, causing him to laugh.

“C’mon, Sweet Tart.”

We quickly kiss our sweet Boo-by girl bye and then walk out the front door. I follow behind him to his Rover, and he helps me into the passenger side, then slides in behind the wheel and pulls out of the driveway onto the highway.

It takes over an hour to get to our destination, and the further we get, the more… confused I am.

I don’t truly figure it out until we’re pulling down the dark, deserted road, and I whip my gaze to Reese.

“No way.”

His smile says it all.

“Oh my god,” I squeal. “There’s no way!” I’m so ecstatic that I’m squirming in the passenger seat, barely able to contain my excitement. I can’t even imagine how in the world he made this happen.

And what strings he had to have pulled to do it. For me.

“I am going to suck the soul out of you, Reese Landry.”

His laugh fills the car, and he reaches out and captures my hand, lacing our fingers together as we continue down the dark gravel road toward the one place I’ve been dreaming of visiting again since I was a little girl.

He’s taking me to the abandoned theme park.

The one that is known as one of the most haunted places in America, a former historic tourist attraction that has been closed to the public for over a decade because of all the unusual things that kept happening there. Experts say that it’s a hotspot for paranormal activity, and that’s the reason why I’ve been dying to go back. Because ghosts are my thing, and this man made it happen.

I’m going to have a heart attack.

“How did you make this happen? It takes months to even get a response from the city, and it’s literally always a no. This is crazy!”

“My dad’s good friends with the mayor. She’s been his friend since high school. I called in a favor. Promised her season tickets in return. But we can only go in tonight, and we’ve got to sign a waiver on our phones that releases the city from any liability.”

“Done,” I breathe excitedly. “I think I’m in shock right now. I can’t believe I’m going to go back. Crap, what about flashlights? I’m not prepared. I should’ve brought an EVP recorder. Or a spirit box.”

Reese pulls the car up to the dark entrance, and my jaw falls open. Holy shit. It’s even scarier than I remember. Vines and moss wrap around the ten-foot fence, blocking out most of the park from view, but you can still see the silhouette of the abandoned coasters in the background. It’s too dark to really make out what’s beyond the fence, but I’m dying to see what’s on the other side.

He reaches over me and opens the glove compartment, pulling out two flashlights. “Not even going to pretend I have a clue what you’re talking about, Sweet Tart. But I did call Hallie when I put this together, and she told me to at least get this.”

I glance down at the object he’s pulled out in addition to the flashlights.

A camera.

I squeal, swiping it from his hand, and then I unbuckle my seat belt to lean over the console. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.

I want to say more, like confess that I like him. Way more than a friend and nothing like a roommate. That all of these things he does for me, all of these thoughtful things that don’t cost a dime, are my favorite. That I appreciate how he listens to me. How he gets me. That being with him makes me happy, and I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, knowing that I’ll be with him.

I just… It doesn’t feel like the right time. And if he doesn’t feel the same, then I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m not ready for that.

“Are you gonna hold my hand?” His eyes shine with amusement. “’Cause you know I’m fucking scared of ghosts.”

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