Page 16 of Almost You

EIGHT

Christopher

I returned to the ghost realm, this time to find Ghost. It was weird, but my gut had been telling me he needed me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I’d awakened from the hottest dream, my sheets soaked with sweat and cum, my heart racing, my only thought of him. And there he’d been. Watching over me.

I hadn’t been able to see or hear him clearly, but I’d felt he was upset. Confused. Then he’d vanished. What would I even say to him?

Okay, I’d have to start with how to manage the whole ghost thing. Not that I’d ever had a thing for a ghost before. I didn’t have some odd ghost fetish. Not that there was anything wrong with fetishes or being with a ghost, but?—

Fuck. That will go over well.

But when I found him, all those concerns vanished. Ghost was curled in a ball, hugging his knees, his beautiful, usually sunny face in shadow.

“Hey.” I crouched beside him. He was in some colorless setting. I felt a pang. This was the same setting I had first found him in.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah.”

“Must be nice.”

“What?” I asked, puzzled at his curt tone.

“To come and go when you want.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “To have a say in all that. To know what you want and who you are, and be able to go after it.”

Unsure how to respond, I gingerly sat down beside him. “You can do that with practice through channeling or even other ways.”

“But the people I visit, even if I remember them, won’t truly be able to see me. Nothing I do will ever matter. I was there with you, and I was practically invisible. A fucking shimmer.” He shook his head. “I don’t want that. To find out I can’t look people I used to love in the eyes or have them hear me…unable to control anything that goes on. To just watch the world and never be part of it again. Forget it. I’ll bond with the other ghosts. I’ll go to them.”

“Fuck that! You’re mine, not theirs. You’re already bonded with me. Maybe I didn’t connect everything, but I was in some erotic state of shock. I felt you there, not just a light or a shimmer.” I hugged him to me. “You…you say nothing you do matters? It matters to me. Nobody before you has ever made me feel so good. It matters that you awoke all these new feelings in me.”

“I’m glad. But it doesn’t change the fact that I belong nowhere.”

“You can belong with me.” I shrugged. “If you want.”

With a shudder, Ghost wrapped his arms around my middle. “Yes.”

We stayed this way, simply holding each other. Slowly, colors formed underneath us, green grass, small clusters of flowers, red and pink ones.

A long time later, he tilted his face away, his teeth sinking into his lip. “Do you think I’m terrible for spying on you in bed?”

“Honestly? It was fucking hot.” I ran my thumb over his lip. “But next time, I want you to stay andmakeme know you’re there. I want you to try and touch me. Or if that doesn’t work, let me channel you.”

I moved to kiss him. No more walls, no more running away. I no longer cared about the risks. I wanted to be closer.

I clutched him to me, my mouth desperate for his. With a groan, he was grabbing my face with his hands and kissing me back. Making my whole body heat. His tongue traced small circles against mine. His lips firm, yet somehow soft, as our mouths joined.

It all felt so different than my past attempts at kissing, like with Abby. Kissing used to be a means to an end. Something nice, maybe. This was like rocket fuel had been pumped into my veins.

“So good,” he murmured. I liked his praise. It got me hard.

Eyes closed, heart hammering, I kissed him with everything inside of me. My cock ached, bulging in my jeans for release, but the kiss meant more than that. I wanted him with a fierce longing, like I wanted shelter in the darkness of a storm. I wanted him like something secret wanted to come to the light. Our bodies twined together. Holding each other. Pleading. The kiss deepened. Desire surged through me, closed over me.

I ran my hands all over him, my mouth locked on his. Ghost was moaning, and the sound rippled through me. I’d tried to resist him once. But now I was here, and my heart knew the truth. None of this had anything to do with logic.

We were both breathing heavily when we parted.

“Gonna be doing that again,” I told him, gruffly.

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