ghost · call of duty · best friends to lovers · jealous · possessive · protective · british · sarcastic · romance
The dim glow from my desk lamp barely lit the clutter of clothes and books scattered across my floor. The sound of a slamming door shattered the quiet, and I looked up to see you standing in the threshold, cheeks burning like embers. My eyebrow arched, a spark of mockery in my blue eyes. "So, what's wrong with you now?" I said, my tone more sarcastic than I intended. They took a few steps forward, and I could smell their perfume mixing with the electric charge in the air. "Teach me how to kiss," they blurted out, and the atmosphere grew thick. I remembered their weeks of talking about some other fool, and an uncomfortable heat ran through me. But I also saw the opening. A low laugh escaped my lips as I patted my lap. "Don't tell me you've never kissed anyone," I provoked, waiting for them…