Page 80 of The Haunted Hotel

“What is it?”

“I just wanted to say,” I run my hand through my hair. “Actually, I don’t know what I want to say.” I laugh. “My minds gone blank.”

“That’ll happen a lot here,” he says looking over at all the noisy pensioners most of whom appear to have forgotten to turn their hearing aids up judging by the decibel level they’re speaking at.

“Morgan,” Ellis says shyly. “I’m glad you came back. I… I didn’t want you to go.”

I cup his jaw gently and trace his cheek with my thumb. “I didn’t want to go either, not just because of this place but because of you.”

“Really?”

I nod. “I’m not ready to put a label on whatever this is between us, but I know it’s something that doesn’t come along every day.”

He rises up on his toes and kisses me, snaking my arms around him I pull him in closer breathing him in until we’re finally forced to part.

He laughs breathlessly, pressing his forehead to mine. “Now what?”

“Now,” I reply, dropping a soft kiss on his lips. “Now we find a way to save the hotel. Together.”