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I was just settling into my bed for the night when my phone went off. The buzz-buzz-buzz on my night table made me reach over. Derek's name flashed and I answered.

"Hey."

"Hey. What are you up to?"

"Snuggling in bed without you."

"Damn. We need to fix that."

"Oh? How do you propose that?"

"Well, I could come over."

"This time of night?"

"Chloe, it's only 9:30."

I sighed. Banishing Mark had left me exhausted. I had done the ritual the day before, but last night, instead of being haunted by his actual ghost, I had been tormented with nightmares of him. "I'm tired."

"Would you be tired if I was there?" His voice was low and rough.

A slow smile started on my face. "Well, I guess that depends on what we'd be doing."

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?" I knew I was teasing him, but it was too much fun.

"What you would want to do if I was there."

"Well, we could snuggle." He groaned. "Kissing. I want to kiss you."

"Where?"

"Everywhere," I whispered. "I want you to kiss me everywhere."

"And then what?"

"Nuh-uh. Your turn."

"I want to touch you," he nearly growled. "I want to get you naked."

My face was flushing and I could feel a throb start between my legs. "Derek..."

"I want to lick you." He paused. "Your turn."

"I want you here so we can act out these things. I want to have you on top of me."

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Put your hands on your neck and move downwards." I sighed as I did what he asked. "Are you wearing a shirt?"

"Yes." It came out breathy and I heard his own breath hitch.

"Cup yourself through your shirt." I did what he asked. "Rub your nipple." I gasped and I heard him groan. "Fuck this. I'll be there in a minute. Wait by the door."

The click told me he had hung up.

I nearly sprinted out of bed. I made my way to the front door, heart pounding, anticipation rising. I glanced through the peephole until I saw Derek's frame fill it out.

I unlocked the door and let Derek in. There was no "hello"; instead, his mouth was on mine and he picked me up, pushing me against the door. He locked it and continued kissing me.

"Bedroom," I gasped. My father was home and I didn't need him walking in on this, though I was sure he was in his room for the night.

Derek, never putting me down, brought me to the bedroom and pushed me up again the door again. I heard the click off my lock, and I grinned against his lips.

I felt naughty, and I was loving it.

Somehow, we moved to the bed, my legs still wrapped around Derek's waist. He threw me on the bed, taking off his shirt before getting on top of me. His hands moved their way up my shirt and in seconds, it was off. Derek's eyes were glued to my chest for a moment before kissing my lips again. His lips soon started wandering, going from my neck, to my ear, to my collarbone and back up the other neck. When his warm hand cupped my breast, he grinned.

"I called you from outside."

"I figured as much," I said, the words starting to scramble in my head as his thumb flicked over my nipple. "Unless you recently acquired super speed."

He laughed softly before kissing me again. His hands wandered down to my panties. Was I ever glad right now that I had put on a nice pair tonight. Feeling the laciness, I saw his lips quirk up.

"Lace panties?" he asked, his voice husky. "Were you expecting something tonight?"

"Not expecting," I said breathily, "just hoping."

He chuckled before slipping a finger inside of me. He continued to tease me slowly, building up the tension in me until I couldn't take it anymore. Shamelessly, I moved with his hand, trying to add more friction, until finally I fell apart.

Derek kissed me hard as my orgasm subsided and he reached over to my nightstand. Slipping on a condom, he pushed himself into me and I bit back my groan.

We made love quietly, not wanting to alert my father to Derek's presence in my bedroom. But even the profound silence was intense. I had to bite Derek's shoulder to keep from crying out when I orgasmed again, and he restrained his usual throaty growl to a heavy gasp.

Satisfied and in a dream-like state, I snuggled into Derek's embrace. We were both damp with sweat, which normally would have been a bit uncomfortable, but there's just something about the way skin sticks together after sex that's just hot. My eyes started closing on me and I welcomed the heavy wave of sleep. But just before I closed my eyes for good, I saw wisps of a ghost in front of me, two haunting eyes burning into mine. My eyes snapped wide open but the figure was gone.

Not all ghosts can always appear in their full forms. Sometimes, it's just their voice that crosses through, or their head (which was creepy the first time I saw it). Sometimes, it's just a dimmed version, a grainy image that you have to squint at in order to see properly.

Even though this ghost was grainy and dim, those eyes were ones that I would never, ever forget.

Mark was back.