Calista quickly recovered from the shock of Aaron carrying her and wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nose into his neck and inhaling. Aaron stiffened, but he didn't drop her, so…
He smelled good. That either meant her nose was working or ghosts also had a sense of smell.
Was she really alive? She had survived that… madness?
Now that the adrenaline was fading, she was left weak and disbelieving. Aaron got to the car and placed her in the back seat, but she still didn't let him go, didn't even open her eyes even though there were people in the car.
“Calista,” he said softly.
She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Please.”
He sighed before he got in the back seat with her, drawing her into his lap, and still holding her. She would feel embarrassed about this later,
