Page 10 of Love Harder

I could barely get out of bed this morning.

I asked why.

Fucking you took it out of me.

I sent an eye emoji for him to elaborate.

’Cause my whole body melted the moment I came.

I didn’t know what to think, so I asked if this wasn’t the way he usually felt.

His response:

I’ve never felt anything that I do with you before.

Well, fuck me, I was in trouble.

The entire day, I purposely didn’t check my phone. I kept busy. I didn’t want to miss a message from Ghost. I was trying not to be emotional, but the thought of this being a fling was hard to stomach.

I began questioning my decision. Was sleeping with him the wrong choice to make? Was he going to prove to be like most men out there?

But he wasn’t.

He messaged me after work, just how he always did, asking how my day was and that he missed kissing me.

Where did this man come from? Was he too good to be true?

He was every book boyfriend come alive.

He was an alpha, but kind.

He was possessive over his girl and wasn’t afraid to show it.

But most of all, he wasn’t afraid to express himself in ways most women want and need from her man.

The night after we had sex was the night we spoke for hours. And that’s no embellishment of the truth.

The sex had only brought us closer, and Ghost opened up to me so much so I honestly began to fall and fall hard.

This was fucking ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop.

I told him he took my breath away, and his reply was:

I’m glad I take your breath away because you do the same. I’m just glad you liked me because you’re so cute and gorgeous. And you do match me in the bedroom.

I was a goner…

He commended me on my career and how brave and confident I was putting my words on show for the world to pick apart. He admired my determination and called me strong, knowing how emotionally damaging being an author can be at times.

He just…got me.

We spoke about anything and everything. It was nonstop. It went on into the early hours of the morning. We were half asleep on the phone, not wanting to end our exchange. But in the end, sleep prevailed.

He made plans to see me on the weekend, and his sign-off was enough to leave me a giddy mess:

I can’t promise I won’t break you some more…

I was falling for Ghost, and not once did I ever question it.

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