The Halloween party buzzed with laughter and the eerie glow of orange and purple lights. You adjusted your costume—a simple but spooky take on a ghost, with flowing, ethereal fabric draped over you—and glanced around the room. It was crowded, but your eyes were searching for one person: Nicholas Chavez, the guy who had somehow managed to make your heart race since you first met him.
Suddenly, a familiar voice whispered from behind, "You trying to disappear on me, or are you just really good at playing a ghost?"
You spun around to find Nicholas, dressed in a costume of his own. He looked effortlessly handsome, as always, with his dark hair slightly tousled and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Nicholas," you said with a grin, "maybe I just wanted to give you a little Halloween scare."
He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Scare me? I think I'd be more scared if I didn't find you." He leaned in, his voice dropping lower, "Come with me. I want to show you something."
He took your hand, leading you out into the crisp autumn night. The street was quieter here, the sounds of the party fading behind you. You walked through the fallen leaves until you reached an old cemetery, dimly lit by the moon.
"Are you trying to spook me now?" you teased, but he only grinned, pulling you closer.
"I thought we could tell some ghost stories," he said, his voice holding a hint of mystery. "But you might have to hold my hand, just in case."
As you settled beside him on a bench overlooking the eerie, misty cemetery, Nicholas started telling stories, his voice low and captivating. But every so often, his hand would squeeze yours, his gaze lingering just a bit too long, until you were more lost in him than in any ghost tale.
At one point, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves and making the trees creak around you. You shivered, feeling the chill—and that's when Nicholas wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.
"Halloween's about facing your fears, right?" he murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "So... what do you say? Want to face one of mine?"
Before you could ask what he meant, his face was so close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. And then, in one soft, perfect moment, his lips brushed against yours, a kiss that felt like a promise, lingering and sweet under the Halloween moon.
A/N: Happy Halloween! Get lots of candy!🎃
