"You know what I mean! When's the last time you've...been with a woman?" My heart is racing.
"About a year ago," he shrugs.
Shit. He gets more game than me.
"That's not bad," I say as I twiddle my thumbs.
Why am I so nervous right now?
"You going to answer my question now?" Ghost continues to look up at me impatiently.
"It's been...a while," I say hesitantly.
Ghost just blankly stares at me. He wants specifics. Of course he does.
I let out a deep sigh.
"It's been 5 years, okay?" I throw my hands up in defeat.
I'm so flustered it's not even funny.
"That long, huh?"
I cannot with this man.
"Don't make fun of me," I hiss at him.
Ghost throws his hands up. "I'm not. I'm not."
My insecurities are flooding in.
"Why do you ask? Could you tell it's been a while?"
Why did I ask that...
"A little bit," he admits.
Fuck me. I cross my arms again and look to the side as I pout.
"That's not a bad thing," Ghost attempts to amend, his tone softer.
"Oh no?" I scoff. "How am I supposed to seduce and trick Hassan if it's obvious from a mile away that I get no dick?" I raise my voice.
Why am I so frustrated? I need to keep it together.
"Then practice," he says as if that answer is a simple task.
It's easier said than done. There's a reason I've been celibate since I was 20.
Since my stepfather's abuse, I've struggled to become intimate with anyone.
Vulnerability scares me.
And physical touch usually triggers bad memories.
It's not that I haven't tried to be intimate. I've had sex more than a couple of times but it normally feels uncomfortable or triggering to me.
Usually never ends well...
But when I was sitting on Ghost's lap, our bodies touching, our arousal swirling, I felt nothing at all except for excitement.
Why does his touch, his intimacy feel...different. Is it because I know he's a different kind of monster than the men who've hurt me before? Terrifying yet thrilling all at the same time.
"Oh, yeah let me just practice with Tom, Dick, and Harry." I roll my eyes and scoff.
"Practice with me."
Huh?
My eyes widen as I look back down at Ghost.
He slowly stands up.
"Practice with you? Again?" My voice is trembling.
"Yes." He takes a step closer.
Ghost has no issues, huh? I'm envious of his confidence.
"You can't make fun of me," I say defensively.
Ghost chuckles softly. "I won't."
Liar.
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A Ghost Encounter: My Time with Simon "Ghost" Riley
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