Abigail jerked around frightened at feeling someone touch her shoulder and Devon instinctively jerked his hand away and looked at her with wide shocked eyes. She scrambled to the opposite side of her bed. She let out a shocked scream then covered her mouth with her hands as her beautiful tearful eyes gazed directly into his.
Devon was so shocked when he stared into her violet eyes that he stumbled as he backed away. “Oh my God!” He said out loud in disbelief as he realized she could see him, feel his touch and hear him.
“Who are you?” She asked him in a shaky panic filled voice.
Devon bolted from the room in a panic when she spoke to him. This is crazy! He thought as he ran down the hall. He was almost to her front door when she followed him out into the living room. “Wait! Wait!” She pleaded. “Please don’t leave.”
Devon stopped and slowly turned around. She was looking directly at him and talking to him. “You can see and hear me?” He asked with awe.
Abigail cautiously stepped closer to him and stopped a few feet away. She put her trembling hands to her mouth and failed miserably to hide her shock. “Yes, I can.” She mumbled through her hands in a surprised gasp.
Chapter Four
Abigail took her hands away from her mouth and offered him a shy and nervous smile as she realized he was as shocked and surprised as she was. She let her arms fall down to her sides, unconsciously smoothing her dress.. Her eyes roamed over Devon’s body, her heart thundered in her chest at the excitement and fear she felt. Oh my God! She thought to herself. “A ghost? Am I dreaming this?” She asked.
Devon tried to collect himself and began to relax as he took a better look at Abigail. How can this be? He asked himself. He smiled and cleared his throat and her eyes gazed up into his again. “You’re not dreaming. I asked myself the same question too.” He said teasingly. “You can look all you want, it’s okay.” He said, smiling even bigger.
Abigail let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry, was I staring? You’re the first ghost that I’ve seen.”
Devon grew more serious but he kept his smile, his eyes looked deep into hers. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I heard crying and came in to see who it was.” He said in a way of explanation.
“Oh my God, you heard that? Everybody in the apartment building probably heard.” She said embarrassingly as she lowered her eyes and wrung her hands together nervously.
There was suddenly a knock at the door. Abigail looked at Devon in a panic. “Better answer it.” He said.
She walked to her door and looked through her peep hole. “Oh great, it’s Mrs. Trundle from next door.” She whispered to Devon. “Yes, Mrs. Trundle, can I help you?” She said out loud through the door.
“Are you alright dear? I heard you scream out.” Mrs. Trundle said from the other side of the door.
“Oh, yes I’m fine. I saw a....a....a spider and I screamed.” Abigail said as she covered her mouth with her hand to keep from giggling. She visualized Mrs. Trundle going into a fit of seizures if she told her that she saw a ghost.
“Nasty critters! Well, I’ll go then dear and leave you be as long as you’re okay.” Mrs. Trundle said.
“Yes I’m fine. Good night Mrs. Trundle. Thank you for coming to check on me.” Abigail said sincerely. She watched through the peep hole until Mrs. Trundle disappeared from sight. She turned around to look at Devon. He was wearing a very amused expression. “I bet she heard me crying too!” She said.
“It’s okay, I wouldn’t worry about her,” he assured her, “it’s really none of her business why you were crying.”
“Oh, I don’t know why I was crying over him!” She said as she looked up at him again.
Devon couldn’t take his eyes off her. Doesn’t she realize just how beautiful she is? He thought. She looked like a princess standing there with a tissue in hand wearing a beautiful black velvet gown. Her bare feet peeked out from the hem of her gown, her toenails were painted pink. She had such a pretty angelic face and when her tearful eyes looked up into his, it made him want to show her just how beautiful she was. Her lips were full and pouty and he felt a strong urge to kiss her. He mentally shook himself as he stepped closer to her. “Him. Do you mean Mark?” He asked. A strong feeling of jealousy overcame him as he imagined her in someone else’s arms.
Abigail’s eyes widened. “How do you know his name?” She asked curiously.
“Well...” He hesitated briefly. “when I first came into this building, I listened in on a couple’s conversation. She wanted him to end a relationship with another woman named Abigail. His name was Mark and her name was Candice I think. The woman ended up storming out in anger because by what they were saying he had kept putting off breaking up with....you. This Mark then got on the phone and talked to you.” Devon said, not meaning to hurt her but she needed to know the truth.
“I knew it. He would ignore my phone calls a lot lately, broke dates and always came up with excuses as to why. He had planned on taking us to the opera this evening.” She said.
Devon chose not to hurt her further by telling her that Mark had also planned on taking Candice to the opera too. Maybe he got the dates mixed up because he was stringing both women along. He thought angrily.
Abigail continued. “I’ve caught him in so many lies. Can you believe I was actually with this man?” She started to cry again feeling humiliated. “I broke up with him when he called me just awhile ago. I had to.” She said in a choked up voice.
Devon felt her humiliation and felt sadness for her well up inside him.
“I feel so stupid.” She mumbled more to herself than to him.
Devon felt her pain and wanted to comfort her. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her and again he felt that powerful vibration reverberate through his whole being. This is so wonderful feeling a woman in my arms again. He thought as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling.
Abigail allowed the tender embrace and she lowered her head. He placed his hand gently on the back of her head and pressed her head to his muscular chest. He felt her arms wrap around him as he held her close and basked in the comfortable feeling. She continued to sob and he whispered in her ear, “It’s alright Abigail, he doesn’t deserve you. Don’t cry.” He resisted the urge to pick her up and carry her back to her bedroom and make mad passionate love to her. He wanted to tell her how he felt but he knew it was too soon for that.
She listened to his sweet words and felt comforted. Her heart pounded fiercely as her body trembled against his. She rubbed her face on his chest as a child would, wiping her tears away. “I’ll be okay, I just needed to get that out.” She said, feeling suddenly lightheaded and weak kneed. She felt safe and protected in his arms.
Devon gently pulled back and she subconsciously gripped his shirt in her hands, afraid he would leave her. She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes and saw tenderness. I could get lost in your eyes forever. They both thought the exact same thing at the same time as they gazed into each others eyes.
Devon brought the pad of his thumb up to her cheek and wiped a tear away. “You have the most beautiful eyes.” He said as he caught a tear on his thumb and it slowly absorbed into him. He felt a profound sense that she had just become a part of him by that simple gesture. “Please, don’t cry.” He said in awe of the feelings she evoked in him.
Abigail shyly stepped out of his arms. She felt overheated and aroused and it almost scared her. She too was experiencing feelings that were familiar yet new to her at the same time. She dabbed at her eyes with the tissue, feeling confused. She wasn’t sure just how to react. “You...you held me,” she said in surprise. “But...you’re a ghost. Aren’t you suppose to be transparent and invisible?” She asked in awe of the revelation.
Devon thought about it for a moment and scratched his head. “I don’t know.” he tried to explain. “I’ve never been able to touch anyone since I’ve been dead. They’ve all been transparent to me as much as I am to them. And you’re the first person that has
ever seen me in over three hundred years.” He said.
Abigail nervously walked away and into her kitchen that was a few steps away. She stood in front of her coffee maker, a million questions raced through her mind. She felt confused and lost.
Devon walked in and stood behind her. He could read every thought of hers and it surprised him but he was also happy with the revelation. “Are you alright?” He asked. He willed her to turn around so he could gaze into her beautiful eyes again.
Abigail turned around and looked at him and Devon smiled. She crossed her arms in front of her and adopted an expression of wonder. “This is really weird. I write books on this kind of stuff, but to really meet a ghost is...well...a little scary.” She said in a slightly nervous tone. “It feels so...so...surreal.”
Devon smiled warmly. “I would like to get to know you more. Would it be alright if I come back tomorrow?” He asked.
She looked down at his clothes and smiled. “I can’t believe I’m being haunted by a sexy pirate.” She laughed.
He laughed with her for a moment and then took her hand. “Will I see you tomorrow then?” He asked.
She turned her head shyly away as he placed a gentle kiss on her hand and she looked back into his eyes.“I would love that.” She said warmly, showing him her pretty smile.
Chapter Five
Abigail rested her forehead on the closed front door just after she said goodnight. Oh wow! She thought for the umpteenth time that evening. I met a ghost. And a handsome sexy pirate ghost at that!
She walked away from the door, her mind still in a dream state. She went into her bedroom and pulled pajama’s from her dresser drawer and took them into the bathroom. She ran a hot bubble bath and lit a couple of candles and placed them on the counter then switched off the overhead light. She undressed and tossed the black velvet dress in the corner, not caring if it got wrinkled or not. I won’t be wearing that again anytime soon! She thought with disgust.
She pinned her hair up, stepped into the tub and settled down into the calming hot water. She glanced around and felt a peaceful feeling settle over her. The candles gave off a flickering tranquil light that was very soothing to her. She leaned back against a soft inflatable cushion and closed her eyes and breathed deep the fragrance of sweet lavender. She moved her hands slowly through the hot steamy water, her hands cupped the water and she poured them over her upper body. “Ahhhhhhhh!” She said softly.
Abigail gave her thoughts free reign. She smiled as she felt the most content she had felt in a long time. Were you real? Did I imagine you somehow because I was so unhappy with Mark? She thought as shook her head no. No, you have to be real. I WANT you to be real! I talked to you and touched you, so I know you have to be real. I wonder why you’re here? It was as if she somehow conjured him up from all of her thoughts and fantasies she had about pirates. But why come to me as a ghost and not as a living man? She thought sadly. Because there are no men like you living, that’s why. She thought with certainty. At least not for me anyway.
She thought about all the books that she had written and realized that she had always in her heart of hearts wanted a man like him. He was just as the men she’d always written about. In her books, she poured out all her secret desires as a woman and created the perfect man for her. Funny how she could so easily write a book about romance and true love yet in her real life she couldn’t find a man like she fantasized about.
Abigail knew she wasn’t the only woman that felt like she did. Her book sales alone told her that millions of women fantasized about such a man. A strong assertive handsome man with a compassionate loving side. She started to run the traits she most desired in a man through her mind. All the heroes in her books had these traits, well most of them did. A good personality. Funny, sweet, caring. Open minded, well spoken, someone I can be myself around. A nice body, muscular physique but not overly so. A butt I can grab onto, longish hair, nice smile, kissable lips. Deep eyes, thoughtful, not cocky or a smart ass. Confident, someone I can easily talk to. Friendly, intelligent, not boorish or full of himself. Sensitive, smells good, supportive, trustworthy. Clean lifestyle, no druggie or alcoholic. Flirtatious, a good kisser, has dreams. Can be funny or serious, relaxed, attentive. Someone who believes in me, isn’t afraid to be a dork sometimes. Has a faith of some kind, a man who isn’t afraid to touch or be touched. Romantic, playful, easy going. Understanding, down to earth, nice to everybody.
She sank down into the water until it reached her chin and sighed. Men now days didn’t know how to be a real man. She thought. Not any of the men I have been with anyway. I wonder if I’ve set my standards too high?
Abigail grew drowsy and the water started to chill so she got out of the bathtub. She finished up, got dressed for bed and decided she would call it a night. She was tired, it had been a long day and she just wanted to go to sleep.
A short time later Abigail climbed into her soft comfortable bed, curled up and closed her eyes. Visions of her sexy ghost visitor flashed through her mind and right before she drifted off to sleep she wore the tiniest of smiles.
Abigail stood at the ships railing as she looked up into the star studded sky. The gentle breeze blew her long blonde hair behind her, giving her an almost angelic appearance. The bright moonlight shone down on her and the breeze blew gently, causing her gossamer nightgown to bond to her body. It showed every detail of her voluptuous figure underneath it. She swayed lightly with the motion of the ship, the soothing sound of small waves slapping the sides of the ship was music to her ears.
She turned around when she sensed him behind her. She gave him a seductive smile when he stepped out of the shadows. He sauntered up close to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her as he gazed into her beautiful eyes.
Abigail’s heart raced at his nearness and she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation as her eyes devoured his seductive masculine lips. Her nipples tingled and hardened as he pressed her closer to his chest. He pulled her to his body and she brought her arms up on his shoulders as she slid her fingers through his soft long black hair. He cupped her butt and pressed her against his hard manhood.
“I woke up and missed you.” He groaned as he slanted his head and pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. Her mouth was so warm, the caress of her soft lips so tantalizing. He tasted her with his tongue and Abigail opened her mouth with a low moan.
He broke off the kiss reluctantly and bent to sweep her up into his arms. Her legs dangled over his strong arm, he supported her upper body with his other arm and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He effortlessly carried her down the wide steps to their cabin below, entered the room and used his foot to kick the door shut.
“BUZZZZZZZZZ!” Abigail’s alarm clock rang and it jerked her awake. She grabbed the pillow out from underneath her head and tossed it at her alarm clock in frustration. “You damn stupid thing! I was in the middle of a nice dream!” She said out loud.
She reached over and turned the alarm clock off and grabbed up her pillow and covered her head up and shut her eyes tightly. She tried relaxing her body so she could fall back to sleep again and continue the dream where she left off. After several minutes she realized it was no use. “Grrrrrrr!” She grumbled as she flung the covers back and got up. She hoped the day would pass quickly, she couldn’t wait to see him again.
Chapter Six
Later that evening Devon stood in front of Abigail’s door. He concentrated for a second and then knocked . He heard her footsteps approach and the door opened.
“Oh it was all real,” she said excitedly. “please come in.” She stepped aside as she opened the door further.
Devon walked into the room and smelled the pleasant odor of jasmine scented candles burning. He glanced around and saw several flickering candles that gave the room an aromatic glowing romantic feeling. The only other light in the room was a small lamp sitting on the end table next to the couch. It’s light was soft and not overly bright. He turned to look at her. God, how beautiful
you are. He thought. He appreciated the trouble she obviously took to make him feel welcome.
She gave him a quick smile as she shut the door. She walked over to a small table against the wall and turned her head back to look at him. “I wasn’t sure if you were able to drink or eat, but I made some hot tea.” She said kindly.
Devon smiled feeling a bit unsure and put his hands in his pockets. “To be honest I’ve never tried.” He said. Beautiful soft jazz music played in the background that came from a stereo system that sat beside her fireplace. He recognized the jazz musicians, they were a local group from New Orleans and he loved listening to their smooth jazz.
Devon watched Abigail pour the tea and noticed she looked different tonight than she did the night before. She wore a pair of white jeans with a soft pink cashmere sweater. It was very flattering on her voluptuous figure. His eyes roamed over her ample breasts and his heart quickened at the thought of her plump rosy nipple between his lips and teeth. He watched her graceful movements and couldn’t stop thinking how lucky he was to have found her. When she bent forward to pick up the tea cups, her long blonde hair fell forward to briefly hide her pretty face. He visualized his hands running through her hair and kissing her passionately. He resisted the strong urge to take her in his arms and make love to her. She’d probably scream bloody murder! He thought with a devilish smile.
After she poured them both a cup of hot tea, she walked over and held his out to him. He offered a smile and took the small cup into his large hands, his fingers brushing against hers briefly and she felt a thrilling sensation at the contact and blushed as she pulled her hand away. She lead him to the couch and they sat down. She sat on the opposite side as him and curled one leg underneath herself. She took a sip of the tea and watched him curiously as he too sipped on the tea.
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