Chapter 12 His Idea

• Ghost POV
• For a second, he freezes. Then he groans, his resistance melting as he grabs my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss deepens, my tongue stroking against his as I pin him tighter to the tree. My hand tightens on his throat, and he grunts, his fingers tangling harder into my hair.
• Then, just as quickly as it started, he shoves me back. His eyes are wide, his expression furious—but there’s something else there, something he’s trying to bury.