Aversion - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

Chapter 11

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I feel Ghost's large hand on my lower back as his other hand intertwines with mine.

I place my free hand on his shoulder, looking away as I don't dare to meet his gaze.

I prepare for the worst. A complete disaster of a dance. We never danced together, I have never danced at all.

Maybe we can say I'm drunk, as an excuse to not be suspicious. Rich people get wasted all the time, right?

As the music slowly starts playing, I feel Ghost taking the lead.

I glide along with his movements. Focused, precise, no mistakes.

I sway graciously, almost like I am floating.

We move in perfect synchronization with the other guests.

Ghost spins me, as he pulls me closer to him. His body is moving like a machine. I feel my face fluster. Thank god I am wearing a mask.

''You're good...'' I mumble, surprised but also relieved.

''Not my first rodeo, Love'' He whispers in my ear as he pulls my body closer to his.

''Oh, is that so?''

''Unfortunately, yes''

''Lucky me, then''

He lets out a soft chuckle. ''Try to spot the host while I take care of the steps..'' He whispers again.

I nod, trying to focus back on the mission even though I feel butterflies throughout my entire body.

I let out a quick gasp as Ghost suddenly dips me. Placing his hand firmly on my back as our eyes meet. His touch is different, more gentle than ever before. I didn't think he would be capable of that.

I swallow hard as he holds me there for a few seconds, our eyes only focused on each other.

I swear I can see a slight twinkle appear in his focused gaze.

I can't help but stare at his soft and exposed lips, as I feel the heat flow through my body.

Then he suddenly moves his head closer to mine. I can feel his body heat beaming on my already flustered face. My heart is pounding.

His lips stop an inch from mine, I hold my breath as I close my eyes.

''Target at 6.'' Ghost mumbles.

What? I feel a bit disoriented, but I am quickly back to my senses when Ghost mentions the target

I tilt my head backwards and see upside down a man in a white tux.

The host. Our target.

He is trying to make his way to the orchestra, without interrupting the guests. His black hair is indeed slid back and he wears a golden mask over his eyes and nose.

Ghost quickly spins me back on my feets as the music stops. The couples applaud at the orchestra, and thus we do too.

I take a few deep breaths as I try to calm myself down.

As we applaud, my gaze follows the host as he reaches the orchestra, taking the microphone from one of the singers.

He smirks, scanning the crowd with a look on his face like he just owns the world.

Ew.

He smiles widely as he finally speaks.

''Marvelous! And good evening to my dear guests!''