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I ended up staying a little later than normal. I glance at my phone for the time. 3:17am.
Yikes!
Okay, a lot later than normal! But Cole is so dreamy! And I’m seeing him again Monday night.
Sigh.
Still smiling like a complete dork, I kick off my shoes and drop my purse on the counter. I walk over to my room, undress and walk to the bathroom buck-naked. I dress in my jammies, walk back to my room and flick on the lamp. And I squeal my freakin’ head off.
Ghost is lying on my bed with his hands crossed behind his head. And the ass is smirking.
He saw me naked!
I yell, “You saw me naked!”
He smiles wider, bites the tip of his tongue and nods.
God, I love when he does the tongue thing.
My blood boils.
I pick up a shoe and throw it at him. He moves to avoid it and rolls right off the bed. I burst out laughing. I laugh long and so hard I have tears streaming down my face. I open my eyes and spy Ghost on the floor rubbing his head. I walk over to him and still chuckling, ask, “Are you okay?”
He scowls but smiles. “Yeah. ” Then he stands and says, “Now that you’re home, we can talk. ”
Ghost breaking into my apartment doesn’t even worry me. He did the same to Tina, like, a gazillion times. He’s some big-shot security guy, so I guess he knows enough about locks and alarms to bypass them.
With a sigh, I flop onto my bed face-down and utter, “It’s so late, Ghost. Can’t we talk tomorrow?”
This comes out muffled.
My bed depresses. “No. We talk now. It’s important. ”
I look up and Ghost is lying next to me with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. His arms look perfectly delicious in the black uniform tee he wears and I inwardly curse him. I exhale loudly and give in. “Okay. What’s up?”
He looks suddenly nervous and mutters, “About Tasha…”
I cut him off, “Not my business. Next topic of discussion. ”
Ghost nods and goes on, “I think you should rethink this avoiding each other business. ”
I turn my body so I’m on my side. “Why?”
Ghost turns to look at me and states firmly, “Because it’s selfish of you. ”
What the feck?!
“What?” I whisper.
He nods and explains, “For seven months all our friends have been divided and I don’t like it. We live next door to each other, so grow the hell up and get over whatever it is that stops us from talking because I’ve had it. ”
Rage coils in my gut.
I shout, “I’m not selfish!”
He nods his head. “Okay, fine. Show me you aren’t. Let’s stop avoiding each other. ”
My brain wanders as he says this.
