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Is this a moment?
Ghost hardly acknowledged her and kept his obscured eyes on me.
She sauntered off, and Mari took her place by my side again. She pulled on my arm, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from where his would’ve been. His presence felt familiar, yet the thread was so faint, I was sure it had been a figment of my imagination.
“Catwoman, you’re needed on the dance floor.” Mari was laughing and pulling at me urgently.
“Thank you, Mr. Ghostface.” I held out the beer in an appreciative gesture and he quickly popped its cap off before I followed Mari out of the kitchen. I felt his faceless stare on my back as the door swung back and forth.
The dance room was packed.
We did our best to slip into the mix without jostling others too much. People’s feet were easy targets, and my boots were clunky. One girl had abandoned her shoes altogether, brave. I spotted a dropped beer bottle not too far from her and the brown glass was shattered in all directions.
As Mari moved us closer, the steady bass thrummed through my chest. It felt like my body’s heartbeat had been replaced with some dark trap song’s rhythm. My beer sloshed around as bodies brushed against me, causing a slight foam on the surface.
“Mari!” I was shouting over the music and the excitement. “Don’t you think this is enough?” She threw her head back and laughed.
Sweat was already beading across my forehead with the damp heat coming off everyone’s body. The air smelled like sweat and alcohol.
Mari’s shoulders relaxed, and she started to sway to the tempo with a few body isolations that bounced with the bass. She’d always been a great dancer; singing wasn’t her forte, however.
I followed her lead and embraced the beating in my chest urging me to chase the high. The mask started to feel slippery as sweat kissed my skin. The songs flowed into each other, one bass line merging into the next, erasing the measurement of time. I judged the passing by the emptiness of my beer. Its flavor was citrusy, and it was smooth on the tongue.
A hand pressed flat against my stomach and gently pulled me against a wall of muscle. I glanced up at the forward stranger.
Mr. Ghostface.
I looked back at Mari who had the biggest grin and was nodding her approval. I leaned back into him and tested the waters as I rocked my hips against his. Strong hands gripped my waist, and he met my movements with perfect synchrony.
My head fit perfectly in the center of his broad chest with the heels I wore.
I was relishing the sensation of him. He was warm, but not sweltering, and my body thrummed in response to his. The heat in the room was rising, but the warmth from his body felt different and less suffocating. I wanted more of his touch: his hands in my hair, lips on my neck, and his arms wrapped around me. It was like I was wearing my wants because his hand circled my wrist and moved us through the crowd. I looked back at Mari who gave a thumbs up and gestured from her eyes to me, letting me know she was watching.
We moved through the crowd without a word passed between us or others and headed for the stairs. Sigma’s house had three floors and more than enough bedrooms. It felt like I was being guided through a maze as I tried to map where I had been and where we were going. The hallway turned dim, and he opened the last bedroom door. He stepped aside and gestured for me to go in first.
Do I go through with it?
I looked past him at the total darkness that awaited me; it grew closer as my feet moved without instruction but on instinct. Once inside, I heard the door click closed, but he didn’t lock it. Whether for my security or confidence that we wouldn’t be disturbed was something I wasn’t able to discern at the moment. My eyes tried to adjust to the room, but there was hardly any light to navigate by. There were soft glows from the electronics sitting on a desk, but it was nothing to light a room with.
The sound of his mask hitting the floor made me stand straighter.
Quick hands found me and began to explore the swells and dips of my body. His breath caressed my neck as his nose trailed its length.
Mine hitched as his lips slid over that delicate spot just below my ear.
“Do I call you Ghostface?” I jested out of nervousness.
“If that’s what you prefer, Bex.” The mention of my name cut off my laughter. His voice was gruff and husky; it pooled desire deep inside me. He knew my name, but I didn’t know his voice. He nipped at my earlobe, and I bit back a pleasurable cry.
“You know me. Do I get to know you?” I turned in his arms and felt up his chest until my hands rested on his shoulders. They were broad and toned, thick with hard-earned muscle.
His breathing came in shallow and ragged releases.
“You do know me,” he said as my hands found their way into his hair. It was shaggy and going in all sorts of directions. The hands that were delicately gliding over my body now turned into feral grips.
“Tell me your name,” I pried, but his answer was merely a kiss. His lips were soft as he stole my breath. He was coming in hot and heavy; there was a carnal force in him.
I met him with an open kiss, and he took the offering as his tongue slid over mine. He tasted so good, but that could’ve been from the punch or beer he was drinking. A guttural moan vibrated from his mouth as he swept me up in his arms and expertly walked me toward the bed.
