Ghost Story

Prologue

I laughed at my boyfriend, who grinned his beautiful grin in response. We were discussing how funny it was that our bosses thought us to be "responsible", when neither of us could keep up with our things worth a shit.

"So your boss thought it was a good idea to let you use a ladder to screw in the lightbulb above all the heavy equipment?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I laughed again. "Yeah! The pillock said I was probably the best one to do it on my line."

Guy scoffed in reply. "Clearly they haven't met you, Christopher Martin." He pecked my lips and smiled, before laughing at me. "Wipe that sour look off your face!"

I pretended to pout and folded my arms. "Nope, you said that I wasn't capable of screwing in a lightbulb."

"I did not!"

"You implied it!"

He scoffed again, before wrapping my waist in a hug. His head went up only to my neck, and he had to stand on his tiptoes in order to reach my lips. I couldn't count on even two hands how many times I had teased him about that. "Don't be so sour and love me," he said.

I could no longer contain my giggle, and pressed my lips onto his. "I say we go out for a pint. You up for it, baby?"

He smiled a toothy grin, and I couldn't help but admire how perfect his teeth were. "I'm Scottish, do you think I'm going to turn down a trip to the pub?"

I shrugged. "Maybe if something else was offered instead?"

"Hmm... such as?"

I grinned, and moved my hands down to his slim waist. "What about sex? Is that good enough for you?"

Guy leaned into my embrace and chuckled. "While it's tempting as usual, I'm more in the mood for a pint at the moment."

I slump my shoulders, disappointed, but grin at him. "Alright, fine. You win this one." I kissed his lips before parting to grab my keys.

"Wait, shouldn't we take a cab in case we're too pissed to drive home?"

I shrugged. "We're not going to stay out that long, are we? Besides, you always perform better when you're drunk, but not quite pissed."

"Oh, so that's what this is about," Guy replied with a chuckle. "You're only using me for my cock!"

"It is a nice cock," I admitted.

He just scoffed. "Just grab your keys and let's go, you wanker."

I laughed and walked out the door, holding his hand, casually unlocking the doors to my luxury Subaru, which had cost me almost half a year's salary.

Guy gasped. "Chris! There's a crumb in your car!" He teased, pointing at a speck of dust, hardly noticeable to the naked eye.

I rolled my eyes, making him laugh, pretending like I didn't care, but when he turned his head, I quickly dusted it off of my dashboard and smirked.

"Don't act like I didn't see that," he said, a knowing smile on his lips. I blushed, and he laughed. "It's ok, I still love you."

I giggled, and put the Subaru into reverse. "You're lucky I love you so much. Imagine if we hadn't both decided to take a walk that day!" I said, recalling the day that we first met.

It had been a morning in early summer, before the birds had started chirping and the sun barely peeked over the horizon. I was suffering from insomnia, as usual, and decided that going for a run would give me enough energy to power through my weekend. Luckily, I was off of work that day and was able to attempt to sleep through the morning, assuming my run would tire me out enough to do so.