Reginald Peters always wanted a little sister...little did he know that eight years after he died his wish would come true. Now in the year 2020, Rosalina gets a '911' text from her best friend, Julie Molina, and has a crazy, supernatural, run in wi...
Warning: there is some Mature content in this chapter. I'll put a ★ where it starts and it ends at the POV change
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𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I was in my bathroom. I had just finished washing my face. I grabbed the towel from the rack, drying my face. I set the towel back, letting out a tired sigh. I turned off the light, opening the door. I walked into my bedroom and saw Luke laying on my bed, looking over at me. "Hey." I mumbled, smiling softly as I laid down next to him. "Hey." He smiled back.
"You look exhausted, Posey." he added. "It's been a long day." I whisper. Luke shifted, covering the both of us with the comforter. "Tell me about it." He said. He slowly reached his hand out and moved a strand of hair behind my ear. I furrowed my brows, looking up at him. "You touched me." I stated. Luke laughed. "Of course I did. Why couldn't I be able to?" he asked. I looked at him confused.
"Luke...you're a ghost...remember?" I asked. Luke playfully rolled his eyes. "Again with this story. Why don't you just tell me about your day, Posey." he said, brushing my comment off. I sighed, shaking my head, before speaking. "Well...it was going okay until I ran into Cooper." Luke scoffed, moving his hand to hold mine, playing with my fingers. I felt that electrifying feeling I felt during my little daydream in dance class again.
"What did he do this time?" Luke asked. He wouldn't leave me alone. He kept claiming that I would take him back and that it was only a matter of time before I came crawling back, begging him to take me back." I replied. "You don't need him." Luke whispered, his hand trailing up my arm and moving my hair off my shoulder. I turned my head to look at him.
My hazel eyes locked with his. "You just need to relax." He whispered, eyes flickering down to my lips. "Let me help you relax." He added, leaning over and pressing his lips to mine. I froze, not understanding what was happening, but soon melted into the kiss. For a ghost Luke was a great kisser.
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Luke shifted our bodies so he was hovering over me. His hands travel up and down my sides, stopping at my hips. Luke's lips travel from my lips to my jaw and down my neck. "Luke..." I breathed. "Shh. Just relax, baby." he whispered in my ear, nibbling at it slightly. His hands slowly lift up my shirt, exposing my stomach. He lifts his head up from my neck, locking eyes with me. I nod my head, sitting up and lifting my arms as he pulls my shirt over my head.
