The calm before the storm.
That’s what my fleeting moment of happiness was before my entire world came crashing down around my feet.
An hour ago, I was wrapped in Ghost’s arms after being f****d into oblivion on the edge of a cliff. Now, I’m preparing to load into the back of a van once more.
The destination?
(One hour prior)
Ghost is walking with his face turned up towards the scorching sun. He glows like a God. The sun highlights the scar that runs along his face, but I think it makes him that much sexier. He looks like a man who has been through the worst and had the strength to get back up.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” he whispers, closing his as we continue forward.
Heat creeps up my already sun-stained cheeks, but I feel light, and free, so I choose honesty. “I was admi
