[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

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I was still thinking about it by the time I came out of the shower with barely a towel, my hair dripping wet. What could Ghost and Soap possibly be hiding? I had no clue. Not a single clue and it irritated me. I tried to calm myself down, tell myself that it was okay, that they had every right to share a secret, but goddamnit I wanted Ghost to explain to me why he had been so distant with me today.

Was he even distant or was he just busy?

Something laying on the bed made me stop right at the edge. What the hell was this? My breath got caught at the back of my throat as I stared at the beautiful red dress on my bed, wondering how the hell it got here and why? Why was it here? The silk under my fingers was soft and delicate. I pulled my hand right away, afraid that I would damage it before I even got the chance to know who it belonged to. 

There was an envelope laying on the side with a card inside that read: For you, my darling. Be ready in twenty.

My darling...
Ghost.

My stomach flipped before a million butterflies slammed right in. What was this about? Ghost, was this what he was hiding, the reason he was so busy today? Or was it Soap? I couldn't believe neither understand what was going on. How did he or they get this dress for me? What did it mean to be ready in twenty? For what? Questions flooded in and out of my head and yet, I couldn't stop myself from being excited and following what the card said.

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A knock sounded at the door right when I was done applying my lipstick, one I found in my bag next to all of my skincare things. My stomach flipped and I felt like I was dying when I heard the sound carry across the room. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. The red silky dress hugged my curves perfectly and the red on my lips painted me like a beautiful piece of art. My black hair and pale skin contrasted with the color, and I'd never been and felt so beautiful with too little time and too little things at my disposal, it was ridiculous.

If Ghost was the one waiting for me (which of course he was), then I was going to look beautiful for him, because somehow I felt like this was going to be something special for us.

I turned around and walked out of the bathroom with my heart up in my throat. I tried to calm it down by pressing my hand over my neck, but it didn't work. Despite the first thought that came to my mind was that it might be Ghost on the other side of the door, instead Soap was standing there when I opened the door. And his lack of reaction in seeing me dressed up only let me know he knew about this all along.

A giggle escaped past my lips, I could feel my face softening into a frown. "Is this why you asked me to shower?"

"I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it the second I did." Soap looked as excited as I felt with his little jump from side to side, and when he realized that he had slipped up, he cleared his throat and stood up tall. "Ma'am, I am here to show you the way." He offered me his arm. "May I?"

"Yes, you may." I sucked in a breath, hooking my arm in his and placing my hand on his forearm. Soap led me down the empty hallway and made a right turn into another one. I wondered if we were going to cross paths with someone and if so, what would they think about this? I didn't seem to care, because all I wanted was to see Ghost already.

Oh my God, Ghost.

I squeezed Soap's arm. "Where are we going? Is it far? When are we getting there?"

"Relax, princess, we'll be there soon."

I complained with a pout. "I just can't wait."

Soap grinned, squeezing me back. "I can't wait either. I am very excited to witness the story of the two of you unravel." My stomach twisted, and I bit my lip to try to stop it. What did that mean? Did Ghost say something? Did he—Soap pushed my shoulder softly with his, making my thoughts stop. "Hey, do me a favor and stop thinking for a minute, yeah?"