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Would that be crazy?
Yes.
Would there be consequences?
Yes.
Those consequences kept me from making a move, even though my dick was screaming at me that this was the perfect moment. We were both already down on the floor. The kiss could turn into a fuck really fast from this location.
And one thing I knew in life, I wanted to fuck this womanbad.
“Why don’t you open it?” I asked, gesturing at the jewelry box.
Whatever jewelry was in there, maybe I’d give it to her.
Chapter 6
Ava
I shook my head.
“No, it’s your house. Your mystery. You open it. You deserve the honors.”
Tyler looked just as good in a t-shirt as he had without one on. I liked seeing the way the fabric skimmed across his muscles, shifting with every move he made.
How is he so fit if he can hardly walk?
That was a mystery for another day. Right now we had the mystery of the jewelry box to figure out. I scooched closer.
Tyler flipped the lid open, and we both leaned forward to look inside, our faces mere inches apart.
“Wedding rings. But why are there three?” he asked out loud.
I pointed at the one with a diamond on it. “That one’s an engagement ring.”
Then I picked up the other two wedding bands and looked at their sizes. “And that one’s for a man. And this one’s for a woman. See?” I slipped it onto my finger.
Right as I did, a loud thump hit the floor from below. I screamed again and flung myself into his arms, tearing the ring off my finger. “Maybe I shouldn’t wear that. Maybe it belongs to your ghost.”
I felt the soft circling of his fingers on my back. “I don’t have a ghost, Ava. I have bad plumbing… or something.”
“How can you explain what just happened?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, this place doesn’t usually thump as much as this. It’s like you’re activating it somehow.”
“Me?”
He took a deep breath, as if he were breathing in my perfume. “You’re the only new variable.”
I glanced up at him, our eyes locking into place. “Or it could be because it’s Halloween. You know the pagans believe that ghosts return to the earth on Samhain. It’s tied to the moon cycles. Maybe the ghost can communicate better at this time of year.”
“You believe in all that stuff?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I just read about it somewhere.”
“Hm.” He looked into the jewelry box, shuffling around a few old coins, and a pretty gold necklace with a sapphire in it. “There’s nothing else here. Wait, I take that back.” He lifted the center of the box, revealing a second compartment below. “There are papers here.”
It looked like a few sheets of paper, plus one sealed envelope.
