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Rose-

As soon as I shut the door, I worked on getting my composure back in order. Even I could smell the fragrance of my arousal clinging to the air. I waved my hand in my face to cool the fire in my cheeks. The blood was rushing through my body, embarrassment following close behind.

The women in the hall probably thought I was masturbating, and while I wasn't ashamed of masturbating, it was a private affair, and I didn't want my business spread all across the house. The weight of Emmett's hand gripping my side reminded me I wasn't alone, yet Tasha and Jess didn't know that. "Ready for the grande finale?"

His hoarse tone filled my ear sending a shiver down my spine, and making my toes curl. "As much as I would love that, I need to get Tasha settled in." I combed my hair away from my face, trying to smooth the twisted strands. "It will have to wait until later, babe."

"Does that mean you're sleeping in here tonight?"

My belly flipped with excitement. Visions of being ravished in my bed later stole my breath and my fucking will to leave this room. Suppressing the urge to blow off Tasha, I forced my feet forward with a silent nod. "That's exactly what that means."

Sexual tension hung in the air, not allowing me to escape so easily, my entire body tingling to life. How the fuck could I have such an intense orgasm? Had it ever been so good? Hell no, my body answered as my nipples pebbled, and my clit pulsed.

A ghost had delivered the best orgasm I'd ever had. My core throbbed, and my panties were instantly soaked. Shit. I could still feel the invasion of Emmett's tongue and fingers on and in my body. I forced Emmett from my mind, willing myself to function like a normal human being. I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob.

I found Tasha staring intently at the wall in front of her with a look on her face that could melt steel. She was so distracted, she didn't notice my presence at first, and an eternity seemed to pass before she snapped out of whatever trance held her in its grip. "Is everything okay, Tash?"

She seemed to struggle to pull her attention away from the wall, yet finally, she focused on me. Her chin lifted in a gesture as she stared over my shoulder. "Who's your boyfriend?"

Startled by her question, I stiffened, not sure how I should respond. "What boyfriend?"

"I think she means me, babe." Emmett's fingers slipped into my back pocket. He tugged on my jeans and I stumbled backward into his firm chest. "She can see me."

Tasha's hands fell to her waist and she propped her long fingers on her trim hips. "When I first came to see the empty room you had a few days ago, I must've been so excited I missed the visitors in your halls. Do I need to take care of this, or are they friendly?"

Tasha's question left me off balance. What all could I tell her? How was she seeing Emmett, and I would assume Edward? She'd said, visitors. Plural, which meant she'd seen them both. Chills raced down my arms, and Emmett must've sensed my reaction because he smooth his broad palms down my forearms.

Tasha's intent stare followed the movement, and she visibly relaxed a fraction. "They're friendly, huh?" She nodded at her own observation before tossing a look over her shoulder at the blank space behind her. "Well, mostly anyway. I have no problem teaching them their place if I need to." Her arms folded with conviction over her chest, her dark eyes sweeping me.

Tasha and I had been friends since the start of freshman year. I knew her as well if not better than Alice and Bella—or so I thought—I'd obviously missed some very important information along the way. "How are you able to see them? Can you hear them as well?"

She licked her full lips and chanced a look down the hallway as if she were ensuring we were alone. Tasha lifted her chin indicating we should have this conversation in my room. "We should talk in private. I don't need the others thinking I'm batshit crazy."

Eager to hear her explanation we headed into my room. I pressed the lock on the doorknob to prevent anyone from interrupting our conversation. Tasha's nostrils flared and she sniffed as she moved further into the room. She smirked wandering toward my bed, her gaze roaming over the sheets with blatant interest. "Rose, please tell me you aren't fucking the ghost."

My skin flamed, heat spreading across my cheeks and racing down my neck. Chewing the inside of my cheek nervously, I crawled into the center of my bed and sat cross-legged, Emmett's bulk wrapping around me as he settled behind me. "Okay. I won't tell you that."

Tasha threw her head back, her laughter filling the space around us. "Oh my God, chick. He is pretty hot, but damn, you're putting yourself at risk. Spirits have the ability to suck the energy right out of you." She pointedly looked at Emmett over my shoulder. "Are you an incubus?" There was a hint of a warning in her tone. "You better be good to my girl, 'cause I will shut that shit down."

"I have no desire to steal anything. Rose and I share a connection I didn't think was possible."

"That better be the case," Tasha stated matter of factly. "I have no problem sending you on your way."

I threw my hands up totally blown away by this whole exchange. The longer Tasha sat her the more questions swirled to life. "Alright, I have to know what the hell is going on, Tasha. So far Bella and I are the only ones able to talk to Emmett and Edward. How do you see and hear them?"

Tasha sat on the edge of my bed and blew a deep breath. "My ancestors come from old Salem. When they started burning witches at the stake, my family got the hell out of there and settled down in the Chicago area. Because of the brutality my kind endured, we learned to keep our practices on the down low, but we still dabble enough to do spells and such." She nervously gathered her hair over her shoulder and combed her fingers through the smooth strands. "I am one of the only ones who can see and communicate with spirits. Sometimes reality and the supernatural intermingle and I confuse them with actual people. That hottie downstairs fouled me when I walked in and I addressed him in front of Jess. What all do your roommates know about the beef up in here?"

"So you're telling me you're a witch," I asked, taken aback. "How the hell did I get involved with ghosts and witches? I feel like I'm in some weird supernatural, teen drama."

"Makes life interesting for sure," Tasha agreed, climbing to her feet. "We can talk more about this later unless you need my help now. I have to grab my bag from the car."

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