Ghost

He closed the door yet he opened a multitude of others; each containing a secret he was not prepared to handle. Her body shook from underneath the bed; her tears leaving a stain on the rugged carpet. He had found her; but what she couldn't understand was how. 

She wondered if she had been negligent. Had she left clues behind? No, she argued with herself. She knew she had been careful. She watched as he moved throughout the hotel room; the bathroom, the small kitchenette. He moved methodically and quietly careful not to make his presence known. His breathing was unsteady and shallow. Again she wondered how he had found her. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by his masculine voice. "Anna, I know you are here. Where are you?" 

Silently, she cursed."Please Anna, come out." he pleaded as he opened the slender closet door. "What kind of trouble are you in? I have detectives showing up at my house." Fuck, fuck, fuck, she mumbled under her breath. "Fine", she managed to say, as she crawled from underneath the bed. "But turn around, I just got out of the shower." 

It was like seeing a ghost; the sight of her paralyzed him. There he stood, like a pile of bricks as he watched her curvy, naked body move towards the bathroom. He gasped, wondering if he was dreaming. Was this a reality? As he rubbed his temples, she reappeared from the bathroom. "Want a drink", she asked as she tied up her bathrobe, concealing the body he so desperately wanted to hold.

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