Stop it now! I shout in my head. My pulse races with indignation, outraged at the ghost’s shameless use of my body. At once, she senses my rising temper and releases my facial muscles with a mischievous giggle meant for my ears only.
Stop it now!“Are you OK?” Mitchell asks, his brows knitted with concern and confusion.
“Um-hmm,” I reply. Nausea rises when my pupils narrow. I push it down with a hard swallow. Embarrassed, I pretend something’s in my eye and shift my posterior to Mitchell, sensing his perplexed gaze at my back.
Oh my God. Is it my interest she perceives or her attraction to Mitchell? How dare she flaunt her wickedness against my will? How humiliating.
Oh my God.I pull paper towels from the roll and turn to wipe the remaining mess from the floor. “Thanks. I can clean the
