Biting my nails I take a look around the kitchen. The white tiles, white marble and brass fittings are exactly to my taste. This house is really bringing out the nester in me. However...
"You don't like it?" Chris asks.
"What? No! I love it!"
"But?" he asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the arch's frame.
A sigh escapes my mouth. He's getting better at reading my mind. "I think this is a little too soon."
He cocks up an eyebrow and says, "I don't believe you."
"You don't believe moving in together into a new house is too soon?" I ask, bringing a hand to my hip.
"Move in? You make us sound humans. Where do you think you would want to live without me after I mark you?"
I glare in response to his smirk and start pulling out the cabinetry to check. "We can wait for that, too."
"I am waiting," he emphatically says.
I break into a laugh.
He comes over and pulls me close. "What's worrying you?"
I melt into his body warmth and rest my head against his chest. "Chris, we both want this, but I don't think we should start a life together while holding back secrets from each other."
"Not that aga—"
"I can see ghosts," I quickly say, looking up at him. I squeeze tight my hand over his shirt.
"What?" he says, crinkling his forehead.
"I can see dead people. Even talk with them."
His face looks shocked. I bite my lips anxiously and hold him tighter as if any second he'll push me away and run off to somewhere I can't find him.
Then he starts laughing.
"I'm not joking," I say, slapping his chest. He never takes me seriously.
"I know. But you should've seen your face. You were so scared of my reaction."
"I don't understand. What do you know? You know I can see ghosts?"
He nods.
"How? Are you sure we're talking about the same thing?" I ask him, confused.
"I found out when you were on your job."
Now that's a shock to me. "My job?"
"As a seance. You once took a job at a restaurant my friend's dad owns. When your car pulled out I saw you, but you were distracted looking somewhere else. I asked my friend about your car. He said you guys were helping him out regarding a haunting.
"It made me doubt if it really was you I saw. So I checked their CCTV. Even though you were in a disguise, I knew it was you.
"Then it all clicked: First time I came to your room you looked like you were talking to someone I couldn't see. Then one day you rushed home and poured salt across the doorway claiming there was an ant invasion.
"Didn't took much to put two and two together."
Those are not some obvious twos that anyone can put together. I can't help but be impressed.
"And you're okay with it?" I nervously ask.
He caresses my cheek. "Why wouldn't I be? There's nothing you could do or say that could push me away. Heck, I wouldn't leave you even if you really had an imaginary friend, too."
