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Ghost

He told me to turn my phone onto ghost so no one could see that we were together.

It was dangerous, full of risks, but we didn't care.

I'm not sure what you would call our relationship, other than two people who had an attraction to each other and desperately wanted to fuck.

'Fucking' was the term I thought suited what we were doing the best. We were not 'making love'. We did not love each other, not in the slightest.

I was just as unimportant to him as he was to me. We were using each other for the same reasons, and we didn't care if either of us got hurt. The rule was 'no strings attached' and we had to follow it.

I had to sneak in the back door, hoping his brother wouldn't hear. We crept down into the basement where we couldn't be heard, free to talk as loud as needed.

I stood in the corner of his bedroom, arms crossed in front of my chest in nervousness. I knew this was terrible a idea. If we were caught it could ruin both of us.

He pulled me from my thoughts, asking "do you need anything? Food or water?"

I looked up at him towering over me and shook my head. I was too nervous to eat anything. My throat was dry but I could see it in his eyes that he didn't really care, he was just asking to be polite.

He walked closer to me, putting his hands on my back and pulling me closer. He had to lean down far to reach my lips, but soon they were connected.

It was slow at first, both of us nervous and unsure, but soon it became deep, and our many pieces of clothing were  scattered across his bedroom floor.

We pulled our bodies apart after our first round, both of us out of breath and seeing stars.

"We'll take a break," he laughed, throwing the condom into the trash.

We laid there for a while in silence, both struggling with what to say next. He was just as awkward as I was, unable to find words to express how he felt.

I watched him while we talked. Both of us naked and sprawled on the bed. I watched how his expression changed with each passing topic, and how he would smirk every time I made a joke.

Sweaty and exhausted he brought me to the shower, although it was two small for the both of us, we stood in it together, letting the water wash away our regrets and the steam calm our nerves.

He sat down and brought me to sit on his lap, the water pouring down my back.

I looked into his eyes and noticed and expression that I had never seen before. His eyes were soft, full of lust, unlike anything I had seen. Both our bodies were soaked, our hair flat on our heads, pieces of my blonde hair sticking to my face.

He kissed me again, and this time with passion.

By the time that water had turned cold, we had both been satisfied once again. He dried off his body before handing the damp towel to me. I wrapped it around myself, struggling to stay warm.

We were both so tired and we walked back to the bedroom, feet quietly dragging across the floor.

I stared at myself in the mirror across the room. Not sure how to feel about myself. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, I was being unfaithful, betraying someone who actually loved me. I didn't understand myself. Why would I waste my time with someone who doesn't care about me, when someone who does is waiting for me?

Before I could dwell further, he came up behind me and pulled the towel away from my shivering body.

Before I had time to think we began driving into each other again on the floor, my nails digging into the rough carpet.

I felt bad that it felt so good, but I couldn't stop myself. He gripped onto my boney hips as he finished once again. It was turning into an addiction, a very toxic one.

My body fell limp once he pulled away, leaving me lying the the floor. He pulled on pants and held is hand out to me. I stood up and threw on my own shirt, crawling back onto the bed.

"I'll wake you up in a few hours and take you home," he whispered, turning off the light.

He crawled over me, making the whole bed shake. The darkness surrounded me, leaving me only with my dark thoughts.

I couldn't sleep, it was impossible. I laid still and silent, hoping that I would not disturb his sleep. I could feel him tossing and turning, his breath heavy and he tried desperately to sleep, but his thoughts were just as haunting as mine.

I turned over to face him, still trying to stay silent. He must have thought that I was asleep, but sadly I was not.

I felt his arm slowly wrap around my waist above the thick blanket we shared, pulling me closer to him. I could feel my heart start to beat faster, completely confused with what he was doing.

I soon felt his hand reach up and touch my forehead, then cheek, brushing away my still damp locks. I felt his lips touch my temple ever so innocently before he laid his head back down on his pillow.

I still did not move, I couldn't now, my whole body stuck in shock. He had never done anything so softly, so small.

I held my arms close to my chest as he held me close to his, almost as if it was instinct.

We tried to sleep, but we failed. I felt as if I had no energy left in my body, but with every kiss he placed on it as he slowly travelled down, I could feel my body jolt as if I was being electrocuted.

Soon the sun began to rise and light filled the small room once again. I pulled on my black jeans and gathered up the rest of my things.

He began picking up the remainder of his clothing from the floor, dressing himself as well. He looked at me in the mirror then turned around to face me, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you," he said, "for the night, for everything."

I couldn't help but smile back, "thank you," I giggled, looking down at the floor.

He lead me upstairs, putting a finger over his lips and we walking quietly through his house.

The drive to my house was fairly silent, him telling me good luck for my travelling, and me wishing him luck in university.

"See you later," he said, giving me a small wave as I stood at the door.

I smiled, "yeah...see you," I whispered, closing the car door.

He quickly drove off, not looking back as I walking up to my house. Probably never to see him again.

He was my ghost, the one no one knew about and no one suspected. He was silent and mysterious, tall and handsome, making me believe he was only a figment of my imagination.

Our deal was no strings attached, but I think there is one string that is still very much attached, but it is impossible to attached to a ghost, for they vanish almost as quickly as they appear.