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He laughed again.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Not really," he said.

"Sleep over then?" She smiled.

"Alright," Elian watched her.

She smiled and nodded.

He watched her carefully. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"I want your thoughts more than anything." She said softly.

"My thoughts?" He wondered, not completely sure what she meant.

"About everything I told you." She said.

"I don't know," he admitted and shrugged slightly.

"Do you believe me?" She asked.

"Yeh... I think I do," he said.

"Don't ask me to prove it." She teased.

"I think that girl was proof enough," he said, shuddering at the memory. "Fucking scary shit."

"That's just a ghost. I don't know anything about her. Well, actually, if I saw her I could have seen how she died and stuff." She shrugged.

"So you see ghosts all the time?" He wondered.

She nodded. "At first it was hard to decipher the dead from the living." She admitted.

"Am I going to be seeing dead people?" He asked.

"Not that often." She said. "I could figure out why for you if you'd like. Because I don't even know."

He nodded a little, his hand still moving up and down her stomach. He moved it to her waist, stroking her silky skin.

She purred under his touch. "Like what you feel?"

"You're skin is so soft," he murmured.

"I take care of myself." She giggled.

He chuckled slightly. "I can tell."

She giggled and sat up. "Gotta pee."

"Mhm," he said.

She climbed out of bed and strutted across the bedroom naked. She disappeared in the bathroom.

Elian watched her unabashedly.

She came back out a few minutes later with a black silk robe on.

He was staring up at the ceiling, imagining what he wanted his next tattoo design to be like,

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to." She told him as she grabbed a bottle of lotion.

"Who said I don't want to?" He frowned.

She bit her lip. "I don't know..:most leave." She frowned.

His brows rose. "What? Why?" He wondered, truly confused.

"Because they got what they wanted." She crossed her arms over her chest.

He shrugged, "I'm not going to leave." He reassured. "If I do it's cause i have work." He explained.

She nodded. She crawled back into bed.

He reached over her and grabbed his phone from her nightstand. He had a feeling she didn't believe him. "Whats your number?" He asked carefully.

She gave it to him.

He texted her, her phone chiming. "There, now you have my number and I have yours so I can text you if I'm leaving while you sleep."

She looked at her phone and smiled. "Okay,"

He leaned over her to put his phone back and then rested back on her bed. "Now, sleep, Little Minx."

She shrugged off her robe and climbed under the covers. "Are you going to leave while I'm sleeping?" She asked.

"No, I don't have work tomorrow, shops closed on Saturdays," he wrapped an arm around her waist.

She nodded and snuggled up to him. She pulled the covers over them. "Maybe you can give me a tattoo tomorrow." She smiled.

"If you'd like that... I don't mind," he said and took a deep breath before closing his eyes to sleep.

"I would," she replied with a nod. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Beautiful," he said before he quietly started to fall asleep.

She smiled and rested her head on her pillow. She fell asleep in minutes.