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Instead, I’m left trembling. He’s close and beautiful, and it’s so damn late. I’m tired, achy, and ready to pass out again.
What’s the harm in going upstairs?
I breathe in deep. That’s my ghost. My handsome, terrifying ghost.
“Promise you won’t touch me.”
“You have my word, and I swear, I’ll never lie to you.”
I kick my legs out over the couch. He steps back and offers me a hand.
“Fine, but your bed better be more comfortable.”
I glare at the little smile on his face. The arrogant bastard looks very pleased with himself.
The stairs groan underfoot. I stumble after, yawning. He climbs into the right side and I take the left, and right away, I’m pretty sure this was the best decision of my life.
The bed’s like a cloud. The sheets are silky soft.
And everything smells likehim.
I didn’t know I could feel so comforted by a stupid scent. But here I am, breathing deep and smiling to myself.
I know it’s stupid. I mean, he was lurking in the kitchen, for God’s sake. The creep was probably staring at me for hours.
That should scare me shitless.
Except I’ve been living with my ghost for a long time now. Who knows how many other nights he stood there staring at me?
It’s kind of sweet.
He likes his wife.
In a really unnerving sort of way, but still.
I’m definitely only half awake if I find him endearing right now.
Brain’s not all there.
Not functioning real good.
“Goodnight,” my husband whispers.
“Night-night, ghost,” I whisper back, my body all weightless and heavy and slow.
Chapter 14
Bianca
Iroll onto my side and snuggle tightly against the sheets, breathing nice and deep and smiling to myself. It smells so stinking good in this bed. And the mattress? I’m basically sleeping on a freaking cloud. I always thought I had it good back home, but here?—
I open my eyes suddenly, heart racing. For a second, I forgot where I was.
And now I definitely remember.
Horrified, I look over, expecting to see shirtless Cormac sleeping next to me.
Instead, the bed’s empty.
