The Ghost Files 4: Part 1

by Apryl Baker

When he opens those brown eyes of his, they aren’t full of anger like I’d expected. Instead they burn with an intent, and I’m not prepared when I find myself pinned against the wall and his lips crashing down onto mine. It’s not like with Eli; there isn’t this explosive fire. It’s a slow burn that starts where his lips are on mine and then travels down every nerve ending I have. Engulfed. That’s what it feels like. I’m engulfed in a fire that burns hot enough to chase away the cold in my bones, hot enough to scorch away the bitter pain of every bad thing that’s ever happened to me. But beneath all that heat, is this feeling of contentment, of safety and peace that fills every jagged hole in my heart. I’d thought Eli felt like home, but I didn’t really understand what home was. Not until now. I stop fighting the sensation and relax, my lips moving with his in our own little dance. Heat, desire, love. All those things wrap around me when he deepens the kiss, pushing against me until there isn’t even the barest of millimeters separating our bodies. Who needs butterflies when there is this? I can’t even define what it feels like, all I know is I want more and reach up, twining my fingers in his hair. This kiss is the kind of kiss I’ve only ever read about. This kiss is the stuff of legends.