PART 2
It happened again.
Even after all the stuff that'd filled the last month or two of my life, I woke up once more in the middle of the night, except this time in my fluffy bed in Anne's paradise house. And once again it was because of the same voice.
"I still love you."
So like before I climbed out of bed. I hadn't even thought about that night lately. What with all the crazy things that suddenly plagued our lives only a day afterward, it became the least of my problems. But this time I was determined to find out who it was. Obviously it was a prank. Iggy probably told Fang or Gazzy about it, and just wanted to mess with me.
That sounds stupid. If that was the case, why wait until now?
Walking out into the hallway, I tried to make little noise and tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Oh, good, I'm not the only one who thought it would be nice to go outside for a bit."
Iggy. Of course…
He was standing in the kitchen, head fixed in my direction.
"…It's Nudge." I told him, not leaving my spot at the entrance to the kitchen.
"Hmm, what is it? Another 'nightmare'?" He teased. I took it he hadn't forgotten about it either.
"Maybe." I glared at him.
"Take me outside, then." He held out a hand. It was more of a request than a command. I nodded, taking his hand and guiding him out the back door of the house. In fear of getting lost in the pitch black that was the country, I made him stand in the grass not too far from the house.
"There. You're outside. But I'm not sure right now's a great time to go flying." I told him.
"I didn't want to fly."
I didn't notice until then that he hadn't let go of my hand. His face was in my direction, his sightless eyes staring so deeply into mine that I could swear he actually could see me. So I wriggled my hand away from his, and stepped back. He frowned.
"Don't leave me." He reached out, but I stayed just out of his range. Just the way he closed his eyes and opened them again, straining to put his eyes into focus, made my heart race.
"I'm right here." I told him, taking his hand and gently putting it on my shoulder. With a smile, Iggy closed his eyes, and hesitantly he moved his hand to my cheek. I let him, but a chill rocketed down my spine as he caressed my cheek, and slowly brought my face closer to his.
"I'm sorry," He whispered.
"Why?"
"You'll have nightmares forever now." He smirked, and pressed his lips against mine. It lasted less than a second, but as he pulled away he took my breath with him. We stood there in the dark for only a minute longer before he traced his thumb across my bottom lip, and his other arm began to wrap around me, pulling us together.
"I – Iggy…" Was all I could muster to say before our lips met again, this time Iggy being more aggressive. I denied his tongue a way to mine from just the sheer shock I was in. But that only made him more persistent. I broke from the kiss, resting my head against his chest.
"So it was you."
"I'm a little surprised you didn't figure it out the first time around. You're so slow, Nudge." He chuckled.
"But…why?" I cuddled against him.
"Does there have to be a reason?"
"I guess not."
"Take me to your room." He said finally after another deep silence.
"W – What?" I gasped, looking up at him.
"I want to make sure I'm the only ghost you ever have in your room with you." He smirked, taking hold of my hand.
"That was cheesy." I smiled, and helped him into the house. As we made our way up the stairs his arm came around my waist. I blushed, glancing up at him. He had his eyes closed, a thin smile of content on his face. I leaned in against him, chuckling. We slept in the same bed that night.
Max was pissed when she came to wake me up, but Iggy had a pretty good excuse. He sat up in bed with a shocked expression, gasping.
"Oh my god, I must've gotten into the wrong bed." He shuffled out of the bed, feeling for the wall.
"Morning, ladies." And with a little smirk in my direction he left the room. Max folded her arms, glaring at me. Serious as always.
"You two will get it later." She said.
"All right," I sighed, and my talking began again.