Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
My heart flutters. Like all of this is meant to be.
I’m so tired that I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake, but then Finley strips naked to get into the shower, and I get a second wind.
He’s gorgeous and has muscles etched like a Greek God.
“Come,” he says, reaching his hand out and I obey. I love how he commands me. I love all of this.
My entire body is hypersensitive in the shower. I let Finley clean both of us up.
His thumb graces a few marks left from the night. Where I was nipped and sucked.
“Did you know they would-”
“No. I only asked them to impress you.”
I clear my throat, that damn heat in my cheeks coming back even as the hot water sprays around us.
“I’ve never seen them like that before.”
“How long have you known the library was haunted?” I ask. Partially to change the subject. “From the day I had my interview.”
Jealousy is written in his gaze and a possessiveness I’ve not seen before. I fucking love it. I have a feeling this night won’t repeat itself and I’m just fine with that. I want Finley after all. And now I have him.
He smooths both hands over my hair, feeling to see if there’s any conditioner that needs to be worked out. This man took the time to condition my hair, even though I know he’s as exhausted as I am.
“You can…you can feel ghosts like that? Spirits? All the time?”
“Not all the time.” He must not find any conditioner, because he runs his fingers through my hair one more time, then squeezes out the excess water. “There’s something special about that building.”
Silently, I agree. At least for us.
We get out of the shower, and Finley lets me borrow a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that almost come down to my knees. I’m almost asleep by the time he shows me into his bedroom.
It’s clean, with no sign of the ghosts from the library. I didn’t think they’d follow us back here, but then—who knows what to expect after you’ve been with three ghosts and a man? Anything could happen, and I’d have to take it in my stride. I’m too tired to do anything else.
Finley tucks me into bed, then climbs in beside me. The bed creaks with his weight.
The white light in the room gets my attention.
More ghosts?
“The moon is really bright,” I tell Finley, then close my eyes. He pulls me close to his side and I lay my head on his chest. “When did it stop raining?”
“I don’t know.” He runs his hand over my hair. “Guess I wasn’t keeping track of the rain.”
“What are you thinking about?” I ask with a simper, teasingly. I want to know, even if I’m going to be dreaming in a matter of minutes.
He chuckles at first. “How strong everything felt tonight,” he answers, right away. “How quickly it all happened.”
My eyes open and a guilt washes through me. “Like a spell?” I ask.
“A spell cast by somebody with powerful intentions,” he answers.
My face gets hot. “That…might have been me.”
“Might have been?” he questions, this time it’s him who’s teasing.
“It was me,” I admit. “I’ve been…I’ve been into you for a long time. And after today, I just had to know if you had feelings for me. I didn’t—” I explain. “I didn’t try to choose for you. I just wanted to know if we were…compatible.” Nervousness prickles my skin. I’m glad I told him the truth but I don’t know how he’ll react. He doesn’t leave me waiting long.
“There’s no other woman in the world I’d want to fuck along with three ghosts.” Relief washes through me and then I’m met with more surprise. “And I felt that way before today.”
“You did?” The shock is clear in my tone.
“Yeah. I did,” he admits.
“I…think I’m in love with you,” I confess.
“You think?” he questions, peering down at me.
“Maybe I know but I’m scared.”
He drops his head to mine as he smiles and runs the tip his nose slightly over mine. “After tonight I don’t think you should be afraid of anything.”
A nervous huff of a laugh escapes me before he says, “I know I love you.”
I can’t help but to kiss him. To capture his lips as he brings me closer to his body under the covers.
“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes closed and his lips so close.
“I know you do and I love you too,” he says and the last thing I feel before drifting to sleep is his smile against my lips.
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The End