Love, Like Ghosts: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations Story

level. Good grief, he was going to have to work on keeping his abilities under control during sexual stimulation. He was out of practice.
Of course, he’d never had this much of a problem during sex with Christian. The fact that he had trouble keeping control with Greg and all they’d done was kiss worried him.
Guess you’ll just have to practice a lot.
The idea frightened him almost as much as it excited him.
Pushing aside thoughts of Greg, Adrian forced himself to concentrate on his breathing and the rhythm of his heartbeat. By the time he reached Country Club Road, his jeans no longer felt two sizes too small and he believed he might be able to think through this latest development with some degree of success. He turned down the road to his apartment, already planning in his head.

Chapter Seven
    Adrian arrived at Groome Castle before anyone else on Friday afternoon. With a thought, he turned the front door lock, went inside and headed straight for the tower room.
The place felt empty. He sat with his back against the wall to clear his mind and try to call Lyndon to him.
He knew he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t seem to help himself. If anyone had asked why he’d felt the need to come up here and seek out Lyndon, he wasn’t sure he could’ve given a reason. All he knew was he’d woken with the burning need to tell someone all about the best night of his life, right down to the last delicious detail, and the only person he felt that comfortable with—other than the subject of his rhapsodizing—was the man whose spirit haunted this room.
Adrian drew a slow, deep breath and blew it out. As his body relaxed, he allowed his mind to open. “Lyndon? Are you here?”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then a tingle of energy raised the hairs on the back of Adrian’s neck. Warmth washed through him, the air around him swirled and Lyndon’s bloody form wavered into existence. The big, translucent eyes stared right at him, making him feel like he’d been pinned to the wall.
He smiled. “How do you do that? You’re a ghost, I don’t even know how aware of me you are, but it feels like you’re poking through my brain with a stick.”
Lyndon’s mouth opened. Adrian sat forward, doing his best to stay relaxed and breathe normally.
The pale lips formed a single syllable. Adrian couldn’t make it out, nor could he hear Lyndon’s intent in his mind.
He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me. Can you try again?”
If a ghost could have sighed, Adrian figured that’s what he would have heard at that moment. Lyndon floated toward the southeast window and hung there, his form now so insubstantial Adrian could barely see it. An aching sadness weighed on Lyndon’s energy, so that Adrian felt his own shoulders bowing under it.
I guess maybe now’s not the time to tell him about Greg. Adrian let out a quiet laugh. As if it wasn’t pathetic enough that he’d come up here to gush to a ghost about his hot date in the first place, now the ghost didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen.
Planting his palm on the floor, Adrian pushed to his feet. He walked over to the window where Lyndon’s barely visible outline hovered, leaned against the sill and peered out. A stretch of scruffy grass sloped away from the castle’s outside wall toward the forest about thirty or forty yards away. Through the trees, he could just make out the nearby park. If he opened the window, he’d probably be able to hear the laughter of the neighborhood kids playing. He wondered if any of the children who surely snuck onto the castle grounds from time to time ever looked up here and saw Lyndon gazing down at them.
Adrian glanced at his watch and groaned. The cast and crew would begin arriving soon to prepare for opening night of the haunted house. He had about five minutes to get out of the castle and far enough away that no one would suspect him of breaking and entering.
Most likely no one would care. They might not even notice. After all, the three or four sets of keys changed hands often enough that the group sometimes had trouble keeping track of who had them on any given day. But the last thing Adrian wanted to do was draw attention to his abilities, so avoiding the possibility of discovery altogether seemed the best course of action.
He pushed away from the windowsill. “I need to go, Lyndon. I’ll come see you again soon, okay?”
The silence in his head remained unbroken. Feeling unaccountably discouraged,