Page 17 of Phantom

My phantom spoke to me today. For the first time since he started coming around.

I raged at him, demanding he tell me his name, even going as far as to hold a knife to his throat. I still can’t believe I did that, but that’s what he seems to do to me.

Make me crazy.

He finally gave in, and I was shocked when he did.

His voice is so deep ... so alluring. Once he spoke, I had hoped he’d never stop.

I asked him why he kept coming around, watching me.

He confessed his desire for me. His need to have me. I asked for his name, and he gave it.

Ronaldo.

An interesting name, but it suited him perfectly.

He didn’t stay much longer after that. But he did ask for a kiss. I was hesitant, but in the end, I kissed him.

I’m ashamed to admit I hadn’t even considered John at that moment. All I could think about was what his lips would feel like on my own.

My imagination did not do it justice. When he kissed me, I flew into the stars.

I don’t think I’ve come back down yet.