Page 66 of My Turn Petal
“Come on, Theo, stop it.” I step backward.
My face heats up.
My heart rate is spiking up.
“Just tell me it’s you,” My thumb jabs the screen.
I swallow around the lump that is forming in my throat.
I quickly pause the audio and dial nine-one-one.
“I’m calling the cops.” I wave my phone in the air. Their number is already crossing the screen.
He has a key to my apartment. He likes masks and fucking with my mind. That’s him.
“That will be fun to explain to the cops, petal.”
I exhale all the air I have bottled inside me in relief. “Theo, I’m going to kill you.” I breathe the words out.
“Only I do the killings here,” he continues to stride until he’s an inch from me, “You are getting what you asked for.” God, his voice is even deeper with that mask on.
I put my hands on my hips. “What gave you that idea?”
“I thought ghost would be romantic this year and surprise you.”
I shift my stance, and straighten a bit, “So you’re a romantic ghost? Not I’ll give you a heart attack ghost?”
A moment of silence beats between us we scan each other from top to bottom and back up.
“I’m whatever you need me to be.” He softly responds. “Were you scared?”
I jump on him and he lifts me to straddle his hips. All I can say is that I’m fucking lucky and this Valentine’s Day is going to be amazing, it already is. “A little.”
I bite my lip.
I’m pretty sure I need an ambulance because my heart beats wildly. And I think I’m in love with him. Maybe I had already fallen in love with him before this arrangement.
I don’t know.
He is here to help me, not to be in a relationship with me—although it feels like we’re in one. And I’m so fucking scared that he will have enough of me and leave.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers to my face as if he can read my mind better than I can at times.
“I know.”
“Are you ready to skip on your little feet,” he chuckles, “I’m dying to catch a good girl for lunch.”
Theo
IleftFrankie’sapartmentan hour ago to get ready for tonight’s concert. Putting on my black leather jacket that matches the one Frankie is going to wear, I comb my hair to the side and spritz my cologne on my neck.
I step out of my apartment and lock the door behind me.
“Baby, open the door.” Someone says in the hallway while knocking on Frankie’s door. “Come on, Frankie.”
Who the fuck is that?
I step forward, still away from him, I lean against the wall.
