Ghosts

Her

Ghost's pov
Song inspo Wow by Zara Larsson
Little spicy sad bonus

Senna retreated to the bedroom once I had rejected her and I don't think I'd felt so many emotions at once. I hated it. I wanted her, so bad my skin burned for her touch, cried out for her. I was feral for it. I hadn't been expecting her to kiss me and I'd almost given in when she invited me for more as she parted her lips.

Memories rushed back to me, her on top of me, down on her knees for me in the shower. I almost didn't pull away but I knew I had to. She didn't understand, couldn't until she had her memories back. I didn't want to be one of those people that took advantage of her. I was supposed to be different for her.

I couldn't break that trust.

Heated, in more ways than one, I went back out to the garage. The thoughts of her wouldn't leave me as I leaned against my work bench, tools scattered in disarray.

"Fuck, Senna." I muttered to myself, hands gripping the edge of the bench.

I could feel her fingertips dancing over my skin, the taste of her tongue on mine. She wasn't just a want, or a need. She was an addiction. If I couldn't get her back I wasn't sure what I would do. Would she come back to me if she never got her memories back? Would this version of her still see something in someone like me?

If she didn't I knew that I'd never have anyone else, I wouldn't be able to with the image of her burned into my brain. The feeling of her tightening around me was a permanent scar I would never let heal.

I was already ready as I pulled myself out of the sweatpants I had on, Senna had that kind of effect. Just a kiss, one small taste and I was drunk on her.

I turned around to lean against the workbench, working at myself as I let my eyes close to think of her. I could hear my name on her lips, feel how slick she was before we even started.

I wanted to devour her, I wanted her nails digging into my shoulders.

I'd been to this place multiple times over the past two years, though now it was even more torture knowing she was just a few meters away, laying in our bed.

The thought of her gripping at the sheets, her toes curling brought me to the edge and a moan escaped my lips as I finished.

The ecstasy didn't last for long and soon enough I went back to that lonely place, without her. Having her in my thoughts wasn't enough.

I needed her like I needed air to breathe. Like my enemies needed a bullet to the brain.

I don't remember the last time I cried, but I came awfully close that night.

--notes
Sorry the last few have been shirt, I'm recovering from a fever 😭