Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing]

Chapter 24

And suddenly, all love songs were about you.

-YourTango

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Previously:

'What are you doing?' My voice was barely above a whisper. He had me backed into a corner with nowhere to run to. The triumphant gleam in his demeanour didn't help matters much.

What the hell is he up to?

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A slow deceptive smile slid onto his face.

'Gavin, what are you doing?' I asked, hating the tremble in my voice.

Am I seriously tongue tied right now? What the hell is going on with me?

'Did you just stutter, Starlight?' He cocked his head to the side. 'Am I making you nervous?'

I swallowed the lump of nerves in my throat. 'N-n-no.' I choked mentally cursing myself for my lack of eloquence. Where's that tap mouth of mine when I need it?

'Feels like a miracle doesn't it?' He smirked.

'What feels like a miracle?' My voice was barely above a whisper. And the damned stutter was still there.

'That you're silent. It's a miracle. Does that happen to have anything to do with... Me?' The all too smug arch of his eyebrows and smirk in his voice was the jolt I needed to snap out of my Gavin-swoon induced daze.

'You're so full of yourself.' I snapped, fully intending on walking right through him. One of the benefits of being a ghost and all. So you can understand my momentary confusion when I met with a wall of warm hard chest.

God, he definitely works out. No doubt about that.

'Starlight, are you okay?' His warm strong hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me. A fog enveloped my brain. I couldn't think at all much less think straight. All I could feel was the burning heat where his hands touched my skin and the electricity. So much electricity.

His worried gaze searched mine and all I could do was the blinking version of an agama lizard nodding its head repeatedly.

How is he touching me? How can he hold me? How is this possible?

'Star? Star?' He shook me lightly, his apprehension increasing with every passing second that I didn't say anything.

He can touch me. How can he touch me? What is happening?

'Vasilisa!' The level of apprehension in his voice snapped me out of it. In some part of my brain, I registered that this was second time he's called me Vasilisa.

'You can touch me.' I said monotonously.

'And... Oh.' He trailed off as he registered the implications of my words. His eyes widened in disbelief and he took a step back, putting some much needed distance between us. I can't think clearly when he's standing so close.

'How?' He asked slowly.

'I don't know.' I leaned back, propping myself against the wall because I didn't trust my legs to keep me upright.

'I don't know.' I repeated.

'You look spooked.'

'So do you.'