DOVE
We arrive at creepy house way too late and buzzed, but I don’t care; I needed to numb the events of the day, otherwise a big black hole of depression would have swallowed me whole.
There are drunk people lying by the steps, we have to step over them just to reach the house.
“I told you we should have left earlier.” Christina whines.
“What does it matter?” I roll my eyes, “they are buzzed, we are buzzed, we’re all buzzed, nobody gives a shit what time it is.”
“Dove.” She looks shocked. “What happened to that quiet good girl?”
“She died like that guy in the spa.” I mock.
“Dove, that’s not funny.”
“Whatever. Come on, I need a drink.”
I’m about to stumble through the doors and see what disaster awaits us on the other side, when the door is thrown open and I crash into a hard body.
My eyes slowly slide up the body I’m still crushedagainst. He wears a black tight shirt covered by an even blacker leather jacket. I gulp as my eyes roam further.
Tattoos crawl up his neck like they are dancing, but they don’t reach his face. His face is tanned and with a sharp jaw, he has higher cheekbones than a supermodel, thick, plump pink lips that hold a devious smirk.
He instantly takes my breath away, but that’s nothing compared to his ocean blue eyes that seem to swirl with darkness. I gulp once more, taking in this beast of a man.
“Where did you come from?” I mutter to myself.
“A little late to the party?” He smiles.
“Oh, you know what they say.”
“No, what do they say?” I’m sure he’s teasing me.
“Better late than never.”
A deep giggle sounds from his throat that makes my knees weak. “I’m Ashton and you are?”
“Dove, say do you know where the owner of this creepy abode is? I’ve been coming here for days and I still haven’t seen him.”
“Your looking at him.” He smirks.
“Oh, I’m so embarrassed and I just called your home creepy.” I take a step back from his inviting body and put my hands across my face.
“Well, I suppose it does have character.”
“Are the rumours true?” I whisper.
“No.” He shakes his head. “They are so much worse.” I look at him wide eyed. “Why don’t you come in, get a drink and I will tell you all about it.”
“Oh, story time.” Christina interrupts. “We love creepy stories.”
“Well, you’ll love this one.” He laughs.
I follow behind him like I’m in a trance until we get to the kitchen and he turns and I bump into him—again.
“Sorry, I keep bumping into you.”
“It’s fine.” He smiles. “Here, now follow me and I will tell you the history of the house.”
