Ghost of You || L.H.

5.

Music screams into my ears and I feel the vibration from the huge engine of the tour bus against my leg. I think we've been on the road for a few hours. Honestly, my mind's been a blur since the memory took over on stage. I don't remember finishing out the show or getting on the bus at all. Memories have been clouding my mind on a constant loop, playing and replaying over and over and over and over.

I know I should do something other than sit here in my bunk and wallow in self pity. I know I should be making an effort to get over it, over her. I know I should at least allow myself to attempt to move on.

But I can't. I can't bring myself to forget the feeling of her fingers laced in my hair, pulling at the roots gently as we lay on the couch with the Christmas tree flashing across the room. I can't bring myself to forget the way her finger tips traced the ink on my skin as I started to fall asleep on my stomach. I can't bring myself to forget the feeling of her lips brushing against my hair line as the drowsy state pulled me under.

"Luke," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "Honey, wake up. You have one more present to open."

Her voice was soft as the rainbow colored lights came into view, soon followed by her face. Her beautiful face. Somehow she managed to look more beautiful every time I gazed upon her. But lately she had this glow about her and it was downright mesmerizing.

Her vibrant, green eyes that I loved oh so very much were deeper, it was like stars shined in them, they were so bright. Her lips were pinker, plumper, as if she had just had her pretty little mouth wrapped around me. Her skin was clearer, it looked like she tanned and paled all at once, she was creamy and everything seemed sharper. The cluster of freckles on her sun-kissed cheeks were my favorite part of her face, I could spend hours counting them.

"Do I have something on my face?" she questions, brushing her fingers along her face to feel for some sort of sticky mess.

"No," I said, sitting up with a grin plastered on my face. "But you could." My right eye falls down in a wink and her cheeks flush with crimson.

"You're literally always thinking about sex," she said, her bare legs bringing her to stand right in front of me.

Who wouldn't always be thinking about sex when they got to spend every moment with someone as beautiful as she? Between the way her voice filled my ears as she called out my name to the way her legs trembled under my touch, she drove me wild. I loved being with her, but it was more than sex. It was the connection that I craved, the feeling of being close to her.

"Well when my fiancée looks like this," I said, allowing one more glance up and down her body. She hit my shoulder playfully as my arms snaked around her thighs, making her stand between my legs.

"Mmm," she mumbled, lacing her fingers up into my curls. My lips press against her stomach gently and it seemed to have startled her because she quickly pulled away. Before I could protest, she walked over to the Christmas tree and pulled one final, unopened present from the floor.

"What's this?" I questioned, cocking an eyebrow at her. She didn't answer, she simply shook her head and held it out with my with both hands gripping it. She was a child sometimes, I loved it.

I brought the gift up to my ear and gently shook, confusion crossing my face at the weightlessness of the box. She was barely containing her smile and so many different guesses ran through my mind, but I kept them to myself. She hated when I played the guessing game on Christmas, but she didn't know that it was a family tradition at my mum's house.

"Are you going to open it or are you still waiting for it to make noise?" She was growing impatient and her nostrils flared a little, the way they always did. I loved it.