The Bad Boy Is A Ghost
His fingers ran down the length of my arm, sending sharp tremors of ice throughout my body. He was so cold. No one is ever this cold.
"They're this cold if they're dead," he whispers, answering my thoughts in a low and challenging voice. Our bodies are closer now, so close that the warmth of my skin and the chill that seeps in from his turns the world hazy. And for some strange reason, I like it.
His eyes drop to my mouth. "Are you afraid?"
I should be. I should be calling him crazy and running away, but I can't. I refuse to. "Terrified."
He smiles. "Good. Then this will be fun."
* * *
Asteria Rusiska couldn't wait for college. The parties. The freedom. Being able to start over. Who wouldn't want that? But nothing she did, no books she ever read, no blogs she ever followed, could prepare her for the harsh, fucked up world of higher education. Especially when it involved a cocky, supernatural jackass.
Some people have roommate problems.
Asteria has ghost problems.
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The Bad Boy Is A Ghost
