The Ghost In My Apartment

Ch. 10 The Kiss

Turns out I was right. Throughout the week, Zoey has always managed to sneak into my bed. I've honestly stopped fighting it at this point.

Zoey has also been very touchy lately. At first, it made me a bit uncomfortable when she'd randomly hug me or cuddle with me on the couch. Although, now I've grown to be a bit used to it, but there are still times when my heart will race.

She has been wearing a lot of my clothes, since she had none of her own. So, a few days ago I let her do some online shopping, and they've finally arrived. I never saw what she got, she told me she wanted to show me when they got here.

Now, here I am, waiting for Zoey to try on her clothes and show me. She's shown me a few already. I didn't think this little fashion show would be so.... torturous. Pretty much every piece she picked showed some sort of skin.

"How's this?"

Upon hearing her voice, I looked up and my jaw dropped. She wore an off the shoulder sweater and shorts. Simple, yet.... damn.

"Uh... it's.....nice..."

"You think so?" She smiled.

I slowly nodded.

"Well, that was pretty much it. Unless you want to see my lingerie?" She smirked.

"What? No! I'm good, thanks."

She shrugged. "Can you at least help fix my bra? I'm pretty sure it's twisted."

I feel like, had it been anyone else, I wouldn't be having this much of a heart attack.

"No way! You can do that yourself!"

"Why are you freaking out? It's not a big deal." She said with clear amusement in her eyes.

"Exactly, so do it yourself."

"But I don't want to have to-." Zoey thought for a moment. "Actually, yeah. You're right. I'll do it."

Thank God. Suddenly, she took her sweater off. I couldn't help but unconsciously stare. I think I even saw her smile, I wasn't sure since I wasn't looking at her face. Wait. What am I doing? She was about to unsnap her bra, when I jumped up.

"Zoey!" I yelled.

"What?" Her eyes grew wide. I think I may have scared her.

"There's a bathroom right over there!" I said, pointing to the direction.

"No one said you had to watch, but I mean hey." She puts her hands up. "That's all you. Pretty hypocritical of you to call me a pervert though."

Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen. "First of all, I don't want to watch! Second, it's not being a pervert if the other person is okay with it!"

Her face flushed. "Wha- I'm not!- Well, I don't-." She shook her head. "Just leave!"

"This is my room." I reminded her.

She tossed her hands up. "Then stay!" She was about to continue her previous task, but not before I ran off to the living room.

Jesus. I can feel the heat radiating from my face. Why? Why, do I get put in these situations? And why do I slightly enjoy them? I was interrupted from my thoughts by a text. It was Colby wanting to hang out. I just told him I couldn't. While I could use the distraction, something tells me I shouldn't go.

"Hey." Zoey said coming out from the room.

I looked up and saw her in an oversized shirt. It actually made it very difficult to tell if she was even wearing anything underneath.