Hey, guys. As you know, I've been posting daily. This chapter is being posted now because tomorrow will be a hurry and I won't have time. I promise to do my best so I can write the 4th chapter to be released on Tuesday. I hope you all enjoy it! Review, please.

Nora's POV

Billie Dean slept beautifully by my side. She inhaled, one, two, three seconds, exhaled. Even her breathing was lovely, paced. The strong woman who walked in this house two days ago seemed so fragile under my gaze, curled up in my arms. I took that moment to memorize her face, but I knew I couldn't do it. That is not the kind of thing you do to just a friend. I knew it. So why, Lord, why does it have to feel so right? Why does it feel so right to be with her? I do not feel the need to vomit all over my furniture when she touches me like once happened to Charles, in fact, I want to be closer. My skin almost begs to be touched by hers. Charles was always a failure, a disgrace, destroying everything and wasting his talents away. Billie Dean, in the other hand, was graceful. Her movements, her voice were graceful. She understood me in ways that none of these souls stuck in this house would ever. She was better than anything, anyone I've ever had the pleasure to be with.

I closed my eyes to enjoy the warmth coming out of her body, contrasting to the coldness of my own. At some point, she snuggled her face into the crook of my neck. Her breathing hit my skin, sending shivers throughout my body. Not being able to sleep was such a torture sometimes. I wish I could just sleep and shut the voices inside my mind.

Billie's POV

As soon as I woke up, I felt strong arms holding me and for a moment I almost freaked out, but I remembered where I was. Nora had stayed with me all night long just as I asked her. When she felt I was awake, she soon released me from her arms. She moved a little so she could see my face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Nora said softly, smiling. Her eyes were a light color of blue; they seemed lighter than the night before. I felt my face getting hotter and hotter as I realized how we were.

"I'm-I'm sorry for invading your space like that. I'm kind of a hunter. I tend snuggle into people while I'm sleeping. I'm so sorry, Nora." I said quickly, sitting on the bed.

"It's okay, darling." The way she called me made my ears burn even more, my stomach fluttered. She's just being gentle, put your shit together. My stomach growled, ruining the moment. "I think you're hungry." She laughed softly.

"Oops, I think so." I answered with a smile, but suddenly her express seemed sad. "What happened, Nora?"

"You'll have to leave, right? There is no food here." She sighed.

"Of course I won't leave! I'm sure I have something here." I went to my purse, I found a bottle of water, three granola bars and an apple. "There's enough food here for me. I grabbed my phone and put it on the night stand, she looked at it disgusted.

"What is that… thing?" She asked.

"It's a cell phone." I answered. I bit down the granola bar and she moved away from it, I swallowed. "I'll put it back on my purse." Before it, I unlocked and checked the hours: 8:34.

"I'm not used to such things. I don't like them." She was sitting now. Nora Montgomery didn't like any changes, she liked everything in order. I think that's why she could get really disturbed if any changes happened into the house, since pasta arms to deaths.

"It's okay, Nora. I put it back on my purse." I gave her an assuring smile, she smiled back even though she hid it behind her handkerchief.

"I would like very much to show you the house." Nora got up, waiting for my answer.

"I would love to."

Nora gave me a tour through the house, showing the bathrooms and bedrooms. She showed me the kitchen, repulsing the pasta arm that still stood there even though it was never used. I watched her talking excitedly about the house and how she would frown her eyebrows at a few changes on the house, she really despised them and I found it the cutest thing ever.

"Here's the living room, as you can see, those stained glass windows matches my eyes." She turned to me and it did match her eyes, they were so beautiful. I don't think one could ever get bored looking inside those. She was smiling. Nora Montgomery was such a beautiful woman. She looked up and pointed to the lamps "Those are all Tiffany lamps, all made by Tiffany." Her neck was white and I had the urge to kiss- What the actual fuck, Billie Dean Howard?! Put yourself together. She's a damn ghost! Even though I had reluctant thoughts in my mind, she made it hard to not admire every inch of her face. She was shining, she was proud of her house and how it fit her. And I silently wished I could fit her as well too.

Nora's POV

I felt Billie's eyes following every movement I made, every step that I took and now as I talked about my beautiful Tiffany lamps I felt her gaze on me, which made me nervous. Her eyes traveled down my face and my neck, my insides were fluttering. I swallowed the lump on my throat and looked at her, smiling, she seemed snapped out of her thoughts.

"It is a great, beautiful house, Nora." She said. She was being sincere, I knew it. I mean, this house is still impeccable.

"Thank you, Billie." We shared a comfort silence, lost in each other's eyes and she snapped out of it, looking at her clock.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath. "I'm sorry, Nora. I have to go."

"Oh." Suddenly I felt sad. "I knew you would have to leave soon, but it feels like the time just ran, right?" I laughed softly.

"Yes. It seems like time runs fast when I'm with you." As soon as Billie realized what she just had said, she quickly recomposed herself "Well, I think I will get myself going."

"Okay. I will open up the door for you." I said walking towards the front porch. Just before she left, I turned around and asked "Will we meet soon again?"

"Of course!" She hugged me and whispered near my ear "Thank you, for everything." Her voice and hot breathing near my ear made me shiver, my stomach exploded into a million butterflies. She bit her lower lip on a smile and leave through the front porch. She waved and smiled at me as she walked away. I had the biggest grin on my face, joy washed over my body and I have never felt warmer.

"Well, well, well." A male voice, Chad Warwick, spoke behind me. "It looks like we're having another gay relationship in this house. I will make sure it is just as unhappy as my relationship is." His evil laughter echoed through the haunted house. He would do no harm; he wouldn't touch Billie Dean Howard. Not now, not ever.