The rest of his words were lost as the kiss grew deeper. Our kisses grew more and more heated as we fell back onto the bed. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening…

Brett might not be a rocket scientist, but he definitely had some experience in the bedroom. He deftly removed my sweater with one hand and unzipped my jeans with the other. But just when things were beginning to get really interesting, he suddenly stopped.

“Did you just hear something?” he asked.

“Oh, don’t tell me you believe in that stupid ghost story.”

“No, no, but I just heard a sound. It sounded like it was coming from outside.” He got up to look out the window, which faced north into the woods at the end of town.

“It was nothing. Come back here,” I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. All I needed now was for him to be a wimp and actually spooked by the supposed ghost.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said with a sheepish grin, and was heading back towards me when all of a sudden there was a loud crash.