“I always knew you’d be pretty, beautiful even, but sexy? God damn, Eisley.” I laughed dryly and began to pace her basement. Boxes of old clothes and gardening books sat all along the walls. “You’re a fox.” “And you’re a ghost, apparently.” I was still wearing my mask. “Do you like it?” Silence, and then again, a whisper. A confession. “Yes. Although your username could be better.” “You don’t like it?” My cock pulsed in my jeans. God, how I wanted to touch her. There was a long pause. “I never thought you were a monster.” You would now.
