Page 32 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Five.”

“Three,” he growled, releasing my neck completely. Despite the lack of contact, I could tell he was still behind me by the chill in the air. It made my hair stand on end. There was a predator at my back and the danger was more than thrilling.

“Four?” I asked, hopefully.

Prudence made an annoyed little sound.

Then…nothing.

Nothing.

I waited, and he remained quiet. It was a battle of wills. Which I lost. Embarrassingly quickly. I hated silence. “Okay, three,” I gave in with a huff.

“Choose wisely.”

“Okay. Fuck. No pressure or anything.” I rolled my eyes sarcastically, squirming because I was way too aware that all I had to do was turn around and I’d finally get to see him. He was right there. Solid and real, hovering behind me like he was alive after all. I swallowed the lump in my throat, bunching my hands tight into fists to keep myself still, before I wriggled to get comfy. Sitting on my knees I stared at the UFO posters tacked to the wall right above my bed.

Patience.

I could do patience.

I could totally do patience.

“I’m waiting,” Prudence taunted me.

Shit. I was supposed to be coming up with questions, not thinking about sneaking a peek at him. “Give me a sec!” I waved him away, well aware I looked absolutely fucking ridiculous in my purple silk robe, and pink Looney Tunes boxers, gesticulating at the wall while I had a conversation with someone I wasn’t sure was even real. I squirmed. “I have questions. Lots of them. I just…need a second to think of them.”

“Why did you ask for answers if you didn’t have questions?”

“Like I said, I have some. Just—” I shook my head. “Shush, for a second?”

“You’re shushing me?” His tone was colored in disbelief and the desire to paint it made my skin itch.

“Shush!”

Prudence snorted. It was a parody of a laugh, and I startled, honestly surprised he was even capable of that much emotion. Wow. It made me wonder what his real laugh would sound like. But then I realized I was stalling again and time was ticking—

What should I ask?

Hmmm.

We sat in silence for a solid five minutes before I came up with my first question.

“Why are you haunting me?” I blurted without preamble.

There, that was a good, solid question right?

Prudence was quiet for long enough I worried he’d disappeared again. But he hadn’t. His fingers brushed against my nape and I jumped as I felt him twist the curl of hair at the back of my neck. Gooseflesh tickled up my arms and I shuddered, right before he pulled hard enough my head tipped back and a soft pained noise escaped my lips. My cock was still definitely ready to go and I ached to reach down and give it a squeeze.

Why didn’t I want sex again?

Right.

Because questions.

Answers.

All that horrible but important shit.

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