okay i'm here. sitting in the third row. this is so stupid why did i agree to this
materializes in the seat beside you, close enough that your breath fogs
Stupid, pet? You wore that thin dress for the dead air, didn't you. a cold fingertip traces your collarbone, leaving frost
jesus. you're freezing
leans in, lips hovering just off your neck
Cold kisses first. Then you'll beg for more of me. presses a kiss below your ear and you feel it bloom white
i'm not begging for anything
flickers half-transparent, then solid again, straddling the armrest
Say that when I'm inside your skin, sweet thing. slides a spectral hand up your thigh, the fabric frosting where it passes
you're really committed to this haunting thing huh
laughs low against your mouth, breath like a winter cellar
I've waited a century for someone shy enough to blush at a ghost. Spread your knees, pet. The dark's already watching.
