T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 21

"You called me a hooker because you liked me too much?" you ask. This whole thing sounds like bullshit. Who in their right mind does something like that? He nods his head slowly.

"That's something a guy that wants to get in my pants would say."

He turns his head to you, and your eyes meet his.

"You don't believe me?"

You shake your head from side to side. He sighs deeply and his eyes look down at his hands quickly before making their way back up to look into yours.

"Well, if I can't say anything to make you believe me, I'll just show you."

He unclasps his hands and you hear as the gloves scratch against each other as he pulls them apart. One of his hands slowly makes its way up to his neck where it grabs a hold of the bottom edge of his black mask. He lets out a short breath, then he starts to pull up the mask and you get a weird feeling in your gut. The mask gets pulled over his mouth and when you think he is about to let it go, right before his nose, he continues. For every inch the mask is pulled up, more and more of his face is exposed and you feel your eyes widen and lips part. The mask passes his nose, covers his eyes for a second, and after that, it's pulled off of his head quickly.

You have seen many parts of his face before, his eyes, his mouth, and his hair, all separately. But now, they are right in front of you, put together into a puzzle, every piece fitting perfectly in its designated spot. His dark brown hair is slightly ruffled from having the mask pulled off. There is a small scar running from his hairline to his left eyebrow. His eyes are dark, but shining in a way you've never seen before, like black ocean water reflecting moonlight in the middle of the night. He is stunning. His soft pink lips part slightly and he breathes in.

"I, Simon Riley, really really like you y/n." His dark voice is low, almost mumbling and he looks down at the hand still in his lap.

You are frozen in place, unable to even think about what to do, only being able to look at his beautiful face. Then you hear a knock on the door, Simon turns his head to look.

"Pizza!" you hear a man on the other side of the door say.

"I should probably go." Simon stands up, mask in his hand, and he starts walking in the direction of the door. You follow him with your eyes and as he passes you, you feel something, almost pulling you to him. You have been head over heels for this man for months, and he has just exposed the most intimate and closed-off part of himself to you. You can't let him go now.

"No, stay." is all you can get out.

Simon turns around, looking at you. His face is much more expressive now that you can see every tiny muscle move under his skin. You can see the surprise on his face as his eyebrows raise slightly.

"Please."

You reach your hand out to him, and he looks down at it and then back up at you, but he doesn't take it. Instead, he almost jumps forward, grabbing his arms around you and lifting you up, pulling you close to his body. The butterflies in your stomach are back, and you realize just how much you've missed him. His arms around your body make you warm, and you reach around him with your arms too. He rests his head on your shoulder and you do the same to his. You embrace each other until it knocks on the door again. Simon lifts his head up and looks at you, he squeezes you tight before putting you down on the floor. You walk to the door and open it, then you pay and tip the delivery guy before closing the door behind you, pizza box in hand.

"Hungry?" you ask after turning around, looking at Simon who has gotten back down on the couch. He nods and starts to take off his gloves, placing them on the coffee table, right next to the bracelet. He picks it up.