Forget Me Never by Sable Hunter (spicy books to read .TXT) 📕

“Nothing, just a silly game,” she answered before Shelley could say anything.

“Well, it’s time – let’s go ghost-hunting.”

With one last look, she pulled herself away, not sure of what she’d seen in the dark waters of the well.

The night had been one of the best PROOF had ever had.  Several unexplainable things happened.  A candle was thrown across the floor of one of the bedrooms and they were lucky enough to get it on film.  Jeremy also recorded a couple of really good EVP’s and one of the voices even called Garrison by name.  But Savannah did not record any type of image or voice that could be construed as Patrick.  Where was he?  Despair made her just want to run and keep on running. 

But there was one highlight of the evening.  Felix.  At her request, they had allowed Savannah to be alone in one of the graconieries.  She had a digital recorder, a thermal camera and a video camera sat up to record her efforts.  And she was nervous, she couldn’t deny that. 

PROOF did these types of segments in the black dark.  The only light she had was from the cameras.  “Can anyone hear me?  Is there anyone here?  Felix?  Patrick?”  She hoped no one asked her an explanation.  Of course, they knew about Patrick – but she didn’t talk about it with them. 

For several long minutes there was no noise other than the click of the camera and the loud beating of her heart.  “Are you lonely?  Are you afraid?”

A bump over in the corner made Savannah jump.  “Hello?”

She aimed the thermal camera in that direction and a soft blue glow took her breath away.  “Patrick?”

“No.”  A small child’s voice sent goosebumps skittering across her skin.

“Felix?”  The glow moved toward her – mere inches, but it moved.  “My name is Savannah.  I have heard about you.  Patrick, the little boy that used to live here – he told me about you.”

“Patrick?”

“Yes.” 

“I want my mama.”

Savannah’s heart broke for the little boy.  “Felix, Honey – you don’t have to stay here.  Your mama is waiting for you.”

“No, she’s gone.  The mean man in the big house, he sent her away.”

“She’s waiting for you Felix.  Do you see a light?”

“Your light?” 

That confused her until she realized he could see her equipment.  “No, a big light.”  How could she describe something she had never seen and didn’t even know if she believed existed.  “If you see a light that makes you feel good to look at it, walk toward it.”

“I’m afraid of the light.”

“Don’t be.  I think your mama may be in the light.”

“Please help him,” she prayed.  She didn’t know what she was asking for but if there was a benevolent God, surely he never intended for a little lost soul to wander all alone for eternity.  “Felix, Honey.  Can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Look at the light and tell me what you see.”  There was silence.

“A man.”

A man?  “What man?”  She wanted to cry out for Patrick, but she didn’t want to scare the little boy.  Funny.  She didn’t want to scare the ghost.  What had her world become?

“Daddy!”  Such joy she had never heard!  In one word, Felix told her everything she needed to hear. 

And then he was gone.

Savannah sat there for a few moments before she got up to go outside.  She was in shock and happy all at the same time.  One of the crew met her and she had to ask.  “Did you get all of that?”

His answer flabbergasted her.  “No, we heard your voice but there wasn’t anything else at all.”

“No light?  No voice?”

Nothing. 

Savannah wondered at her sanity.  Maybe her constant grief over Patrick had pushed her too far.

A small dinging of a bell made her jump.  She had an email.  Instantly, she felt an echo of the thrill she would get when she would hear that sound and know that it could be from Patrick.  Laying her head back on the couch, she allowed herself to be transported back to that magical time of discovery when they had fallen in love – online.  How they had enjoyed one another!  And the secrets they had shared!  When he had finally returned on leave, their romance had been a whirlwind because they had laid the foundation daily in emails and texts.  And the times they had made love!!  She would never know that joy again.  Images from a happier day filled her mind.

A Fantasy

Sometimes it had been almost impossible to look him in the eye.  The intensity and desire she would see – and all of it aimed at her could be overwhelming. 

“You’re insanely beautiful.” &nbss.  A/b>

He edged closer.  "Hey, Savannah, look at me.” 

Savannah couldn’t help it; she bounced a little with excitement.  "I’m looking, you just make me nervous, that’s all."  She reached her hand out for him.

“Damn, I just have no control when it comes to you.”  He took her much smaller hand in his.  “Come here, Baby."

The smile on her face waned and for one moment, Savannah knew she must look like a deer in the headlights.  Patrick jerked her towards him.  His lips came down hard on hers, smooching and sucking at her lips.  “You are so soft and sweet, so kissable.”      

“I want more than kisses.”  Savannah was feeling brave.

“How much more?”

“Everything you’ve got.”

"Fuck!”  Savannah backed up to the wall and Patrick kicked the door shut behind him.  He stood, towering over her, her palms against the wall. There's a single inch between their tense bodies and nothing more. Savannah looked up at him wordlessly; her chest expanding and collapsing in deep breaths.  “Give me your hands.”  She took them off the wall and he took both of them in one of his and brought them over her head pinning them to the wall.  She breathed his name in a hushed tone. "Patrick."

Patrick held her hip. 

“I love to touch this perfect stomach of yours.”