Chapter Fifty-Five. The Phantom Visitor.
The light from the window began to dim, as Ronnie laid on top of the extra-large bed, amongst a pile of discarded fancy dress clothe. She reached out the neat pile, grabbing the next costume, and passed it to model for her. The redhead had more than enjoyed the last few hours of packing up their clothes, and watching her gorgeous mate show off his geeky side. She had giggled at some costumes, gasped at others, clenched her thighs together, to ease the ache that built up seeing her mate dressed as some of her own personal nerdy fantasy’s. Making Hamish chuckle at the flush on her cheeks. He took the next costume from her hands and headed into his bathroom to change.
Ronnie waited, anticipation growing for what her mate was going to look like whe
