“No one can touch you like I do, baby. I might be dead, but I’m yours.”
I’d never planned on going back to my home town, and definitely not to the house where my boyfriend Blaise died.
Yet here I am four years later, on Halloween, wrapping up the last of the loose ends so I can close that chapter of my life. I expected to be reminded of Blaise while I was here.
I expected to miss him. I didn’t expect his teasing, invisible hands on my body. I didn’t expect him to bring back desires I thought were long gone, and bring me to the edge over and over again.
Ghosts aren’t real, though. Am I going crazy? Or do I have a future with my dead boyfriend?
