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I’m much too private to live in such close quarters with people I’m not having sex with,
A faint whiff of cedar and wood smoke fills my nostrils. And something else, earthy and musky, like the scent of a man. Or an animal.
He has dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark beard covering a square jaw. Wearing faded jeans, battered work boots, and a hunter-green button-down shirt rolled up muscular tattooed forearms, he looks like he just wandered out of the forest after building himself a cabin from trees he cut down with an axe.
Today he’s wearing another version of lumberjack chic,
“Because I think you’re beautiful. Sad, a little bitchy, but fucking beautiful. I want you to come home with me tonight.”
That cheeky motherfucker
Keeping his hand on my chin, he says gruffly, “That’s what I thought. So come home with me. Let me make love to you. You need it.” I pull away and cover my eyes with a hand. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
Girl id cringe too
“You’re not scared of me. You’re just surprised. They’re two different things.”
“My plan is to get you naked and find out how you sound when you come.”
he only makes me nervous, not afraid.
His chuckle is low and dangerous. “You haven’t heard explicit yet, Kayla.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
With my heart in my throat and my hands shaking, I make my way down the stairs as quickly and silently as I can. I grab the car keys off the console table in the foyer and run out of the house in a full-blown panic, not even bothering to bring my purse.
Finally a smart women who actually LEAVES when she thinks someone has broken in
Ten minutes later, I’m pounding on Aidan’s door.
;)
Or underwear.
Girl what?
“I’m not teasing you, baby,” he says in a throaty voice. “I’m giving you what you need.”
he murmurs, “Lucky me.”
AHHHHHHHHH
His voice thick with sleep, Aidan says, “You awake?” “Yeah.” “Good. I need to fuck you again.”
I decide to take a walk out to the water to investigate.
Why the hell???!?
My brain—the asshole—suggests with no regard to my emotional well-being that perhaps whomever is making that noise upstairs was already in the house before then.
Yeah thats where my brain went too
Except maybe it does, because out of nowhere, a jar of honey flies off a shelf and smashes to pieces in the middle of the kitchen floor.
GHOSTS?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??
“Here in this bed, this is what happens: I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”
As if I’m a book he’s read a thousand times and highlighted all his favorite passages.
“The walls are bare,” he murmurs. “I never wanted to catch a bunny before now.”
trepidation,
Must be her favorite word
“When a person dies tragically or violently, their spirit often can’t move on.” My heart pounding, I whisper, “Michael.”
You asked what I did to land myself here. The simple answer is that I loved someone too much.
Aidan?
“Yes, baby. Say my name when I fuck you. Scream it when you come for me.”
“I know you think I’m strong. But the problem with strong things is that they’re brittle. They can’t bend under stress. They just break.”
It’s incredible how many different people one body can hold. We all walk around with a thousand strangers inside us, slumbering quietly until someone else wakes them up. Like the jolt of electricity that reanimated Frankenstein’s monster, all it takes for our sleeping giants to jump to life is a single spark.
Walking through the front door with his arm slung around a curvy brunette’s shoulder is a man I’d recognize anywhere, even from the back. Aidan.
You motherfucker
Purge myself of baggage? Like a psychic enema?
Wtf
“Who the hell are Sandy and David Wainwright? It says they bought this house in January!”
Did Kayla die in the accident too? Is she haunting the house???
I saw it on Destiny’s face, the psychic I visited who wished me safe travels as I was leaving.
Was that her trying tk get her to the light?
She says softly, “You have to understand, dear, that there are very few people who can communicate with spirits.”
Is kayla a medium ?
“And so can other ghosts. Though they don’t recognize each other as such.”
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