Chapter Seven

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               You slowly open your eyes and flutter them for a few seconds. You were confused about your whereabouts, but one thing you knew for certain, your head felt like it was about to explode. You brought your right hand up to your head to rub your eyes. You noticed that the room was dark, and the house was quiet. You didn't know what time it was, but by judging by the little bit of moonlight coming through the windows, it was definitely sometime in the middle of the night.

You went to move your left arm to prop yourself up and noticed that there was someone in bed with you. The hair on the back of your neck stood up and your blood ran cold. You were frozen, but slowly turned your head to see who was sharing this bed with you. You swallowed hard whenever you seen it was Ghost. After staring at him for a few seconds, you noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask, and you could barely see his face from the lack of light. You gently propped yourself up with your left arm, wincing at the soreness throughout your body. You had forgotten about the predatory chase in the woods. You slowly take your right hand and reach over to his face. Right before you made contact with him, you felt a strong hand grip your wrist.

"Don't" he said in a low stern tone.

Your breathing hitched. You had no words and tried to pull your arm back to you, but Ghost still had you in his grip and wasn't letting up.

"I'm sorry." The words left your lips in a whisper. He held your wrists for a few more seconds and finally released you. You quickly brought your arm back to your side and laid back down – staring at the ceiling. You had never felt Ghost's skin before. He always had on his gloves, but his touch was warm. Hard, but warm. You could see out of your peripheral Ghost turn and look at you. You didn't move. You continued to keep staring at the white ceiling until your eyes became heavy and sleep took you.

When you woke again, there was light in the room. You looked to see if Ghost was still asleep, and to your relief, you had the bed to yourself. You yawn and stretch your body. You wince at the pain and quickly retracted your limbs. After a few minutes, you finally sit up and swing your legs off to the right of the bed. You go to stand up and slump over to the right, placing your hand on the nightstand. Your legs were shaking, and you thought that this is what Bambi must have felt like the first time he stood up.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to stand up. You carefully make your way to the doors that lead to the bathroom. It was probably the nicest bathroom you had seen and considering that the bathroom was attached to the bedroom, you assumed that Ghost had the Master Bedroom to the house. The floors were ceramic. Two sinks, but they were across from each other. One was on the right a few feet when you walk in and the left one mirrored it. Beside the right sink was a huge walk-in shower. To the right of the left sink, a claw foot tub was parallel to the corner of the room. Straight ahead was a door which led to a private toilet.

You took note that Ghost had his toiletries on the left sink and the right sink had nothing on it. You also noticed that the bedroom and bathroom were extremely neat. You turn around to walk out of the bathroom and turn left to open the closet. You were nosey and thought about if Ghost had any skeletons in his closet. As you turned the handle and opened the doors, you weren't surprised that everything in this closet was black. Black shirts, black pants, and a few pairs of dark colored jeans. You ran your fingers over his clothes, hearing the plastic hangers shift against the rod. You pulled a black t-shirt off the hanger, similar to the one you were wearing, and threw it over your shoulder. You noticed a small chest on the floor. You bent down and opened it to find his boxers, socks and gloves stored in there. You picked up the first pair of boxers, which were red and black, and a pair of black crew socks. You shut the door to the closet and made your way back to the bathroom.

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