Colby Brock X Reader Sam Golbach X Reader

chapter 26 colby

Sorry, I haven't updated for a bit. I've been kinda busy and have also been writing my new book vampire dairies one-shots soon. Yeah, hopefully you like this book and the other one so yeah see ya in the next one<
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The night was thick with a fog that wrapped around the old jail like a ghostly embrace, its crumbling walls whispering secrets of the lost souls that once roamed its halls. Y/n stood among the group, heart pounding, as she glanced over at Colby Brock, whose smirk lit up the eerie ambiance.
“Are you sure about this, guys?” Sam Golbach chimed in, his voice laced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “This place is seriously haunted.”
Colby leaned closer to y/n, his breath warm against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “What’s the worst that could happen? A little ghostly encounter never hurt anyone, right?”
Y/n couldn't help but blush as she felt the electricity in the air between them. “I guess you’re right. But let’s stick together.”
The group ventured inside, flashlights in hand, illuminating the damp, dark corridors. The air was thick with tension, and y/n could feel her heart racing—not just from fear, but from the undeniable chemistry she felt with Colby.

As they moved deeper into the jail, the atmosphere grew heavier, the shadows dancing around them like restless spirits. They reached the notorious cell block where legends spoke of unexplainable phenomena occurring at the stroke of midnight.
Colby nudged y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know, they say if you’re brave enough to spend the night here, you’ll become one with the spirits.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” y/n shot back, trying to keep her tone light despite the heat rising in her cheeks.
“Maybe,” Colby whispered, inching closer, their bodies nearly touching. “You think you can handle it?”
A challenge, and y/n’s heart leaped at the idea. “I’m not scared of ghosts, Brock. I’m scared of you.”
“Then let’s make this night interesting,” he replied, the teasing glint in his eyes igniting a fire within her.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the group settled into one of the empty cells, sharing ghost stories and daring each other to wander off into the unknown. Colby draped an arm casually over y/n's shoulder, pulling her closer, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him.
“Okay, y/n, truth or dare?” Colby asked, a playful grin on his face.
“Dare,” y/n shot back, feeling bold and adventurous.
“I dare you to spend five minutes alone in that cell down the hall,” he said, pointing toward a particularly dark corner of the jail.
“Fine,” y/n said, trying to mask her fear with bravado. “But you have to come with me.”
Colby laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “Alright, let’s go.”
They crept into the cell, the door creaking ominously as they pulled it shut behind them. The darkness enveloped them, and y/n could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and Colby’s proximity was doing nothing to calm her racing heart.
“Five minutes, right?” Colby asked, his voice low and teasing.
“Yeah, I think I can handle it,” y/n replied boldly, but her voice wavered slightly.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from outside, making them both jump. Colby’s arm wrapped tightly around y/n’s waist, pulling her against him. “Looks like the ghosts are trying to scare us off,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, and y/n couldn’t help but lean into him. “Maybe they just want to see us kiss,” she murmured, her heart racing with anticipation.
In that moment, the world outside faded away, and all that existed was the two of them in the dim light of the haunted cell. Colby’s gaze locked onto y/n’s eyes, a smoldering intensity that sent shivers down her spine. The tension crackled between them, and without thinking, y/n closed the distance.

Their lips met softly at first, a hesitant exploration, but soon the kiss deepened into something more desperate. Colby’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as y/n melted into him. The taste of his lips was sweet, intoxicating, and she could feel the energy of the haunted jail swirling around them, amplifying every sensation.
“Damn, if this isn’t the best ghost story I’ve ever heard,” Sam’s voice broke through the moment, causing them to pull apart, breathless and wide-eyed.
As they emerged from the cell, cheeks flushed and hearts racing, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that the spirits of the jail had witnessed something truly special. Colby shot her a grin, a mixture of mischief and something softer, something that made her stomach flutter.
“Looks like we didn’t just attract ghosts,” he said, winking, and y/n knew that their adventure was just beginning.
And in a haunted jail filled with whispers of the past, a new, thrilling chapter of their lives was about to unfold.