Page 150 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“It’s our what now?”

And that was how, just an hour after accidentally proposing to my ghost boyfriend—Fiancé—I somehow became a multi-millionaire. Apparently joint accounts were a thing and Prudence was nothing if not extra as fuck. And as we drove south, chasing pine boughs with the fear from earlier in the day behind us, I realized, tucked safe in his arms, that I’d never in my life been happier.

The future had never looked so bright.

My heart had never felt this light.

Optimism tingled at my fingertips, a promise of more laughter, of a life worth living. With my mistakes in the rearview mirror and Prudence’s hand on my thigh, I realized maybe I’d been wrong all along.

I hadn’t lost my sunrise, after all. He was sitting right beside me, his eyes flickering, sunlight shimmering through his half-transparent body. My sunrise sounded like sex, smelled like leather, and knew exactly how to torture me into getting off. And when I met his pale, gorgeous gaze, the warmth that flooded my chest was filled with possibilities for the future we’d share together.

It was new.

It was sweet.

Fluttering and tentative.

It was ours.

Let it be said that life with Luca was the opposite of boring. As much as I liked him—loved him—(I was still getting used to using those words) he was nosy as hell. Surprising him was the most difficult thing I had ever done. For months I’d bided my time, waiting for him to drop his guard, and for the summer months to bleed into autumn.

It was then that I struck.

“Holy shit, really?” Luca beamed at me from across the table, his spoon full of Fruit Loops halfway to his lips. Milk dripped as his eyes crinkled happily. “Halloween with Violet in Elmwood? Fuck yes.”

After he’d gotten over the initial shock of the supernatural being real, Luca had been more than a little—annoyingly—enthusiastic about the whole thing. Because the secret had been revealed outside Elmwood there was nothing the Council could do but accept that he was aware. Funny how the rest of the world didn’t comply with their rules, and they weren’t punished for it. I was glad for that small mercy. The idea of Luca being injured or even killed just because he knew the truth made my stomach churn.

Two days later, we landed in the quaint little airport near Elmwood, Maine.

I hadn’t been back since everything had gone down in the early summer. I thought it might be strange to return. Uncomfortable. Elmwood had never been my home. But with Luca squeezing my hand eagerly, his eyes bright as he shared his box of fries with me, I found it wasn’t nearly as daunting as I’d worried it would be.

As a sanctuary, it was safer there for us, even though the town carried memories I desperately wanted to rewrite. At least with Luca by my side, my demons were quickly forgotten.

Things with him were effortless.

He made them that way.

When he was around I breathed a little easier.

Which was why I had every intention of shocking the hell out of him, blowing Hunter out of the water, and simultaneously nailing the best proposal of all time. Luca had no idea that an hour outside of town my surprise sat waiting.

“Do we have to visit your mom?” Luca asked as we climbed inside the rental car. His disgust was palpable, his face scrunched up, eyes narrowed. He dropped the empty fry box on the floor and I reached for it, opened the window, and tossed it out. “Um, litter much?”

Before I could start the car, Luca climbed out, rounded the hood, glared at me, and pointedly picked up the trash. I rolled the window down, arching a brow at him.

“Wait here.”

He returned a minute or so later after tossing the trash with his head shaking disparagingly. When he climbed back in, his ire was quickly forgotten as he tipped his head back against the seat and released a stressed out little sigh.

“No,” I replied.

“Huh?”

“No, we will not be visiting my mother,” I answered his earlier question, and Luca relaxed, spreading his long legs with a little smile.

“She still trying to get ahold of you?”

“Don’t remind me.” Since I’d arrived in Elmwood with Lydia, my mother had done her best to get back in my good graces. Hilarious, considering the fact that I had never liked her. I didn’t want to piss her off too much, however, since I had little time to deal with her ire.

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