Ghost Lover
he rolled his eyes, he noticed his breathing was becoming calmer.
"You hate him that much?"
"I don't hate my brother " he shunned her.
"Are you sure about that?" she leaned close to him, and said slowly with her eyes glued to his eyes "Tell me you don't hate him"
Austin was supposed to be feeling angry, but staying this close to Tasha, always aroused some kind of feeling within him he was yet to understand. His eyes went from her eyes down to her lips, it was moist as ever and he could smell her. He always wondered what was so special about her, why he saw her and not other ghosts. He swallowed hard and attempted to lean backward, "Don't, answer my question Austin '' she leaned forward again