Coma (Paranormal Romance) by Lilly Mance Read Free Book Online Page B

guess.” Was he there? Good
thing that never crossed my mind.
    “You'll be great at it,” he said, leaning his
back against the door. I expected him to fall through just like
ghosts do, but he didn't. His body remained comfortably in place,
filling my room with his presence, and a hint of vanilla mixing
with my room’s usual scent. No doubt, he was incredibly good to
look at. Otherworldly beautiful. Paranormal creepiness aside, I'd
give my all to have him. That prompted me to say, “Can I help
you?”, regretting it immediately. How stupid of me, knowing he
wanted something from day one.
    He cracked a smile, and crossed one foot over
the other, “My name is Zack.”
    “Oh-kay,” that was weird considering our past
conversations. “I'm Lyra, but you knew that already.” He nodded,
maintaining a mysterious half smile, so I asked, “What's
funny?”
    “Oh, nothing,” he sucked in both lips for a
split second.
    “It must be something since you're smiling.”
Was this the same guy? Where did that stern soldier go? He
seemed...relaxed. Almost normal.
    “The way you frowned when I introduced
myself,” he said, throwing a bland look my way.
    I rolled my eyes, “Glad to see I amuse
you.”
    “It's a nice change,” that patronizing
attitude he maintained irked my bitchiness, making me want to smack
his Royal Smugness. He practically begged for it!
    “What do you want?” I said, gruffly.
    “Back to your old self, I see,” the smile
disappeared from his face. Detaching his back from the door, he
pushed himself toward my bed. And me.
    “ Excuse mua , but you're the one who
came into my room. Not the other way around,” I said, watching him
approaching me dangerously close.
    “True. Cut me some slack, will you? I'm
trying to be polite here,” he bent, and placed each hand next to my
thighs, our noses almost touching.
    “Would you mind removing yourself from my
personal space? I got to breathe,” I raised one eyebrow, and stared
in those easy-to lose-myself eyes. He chuckled, and straightened
up.
    “Look. I really need your help. Put yourself
in my position for just a moment,” his expression revealed a hint
of vulnerability, melting my guard down. For a moment, I was able
to forget what he was, and saw in front of me just a regular guy
that needed my help.
    “Zack, is it?” He nodded. “Right. Zack, I
don't understand your position, so I can't put myself in your
shoes. All I know is that you're stalking me, supposedly cannot
leave me, and we verbally attack each other whenever we speak. You
need to explain more, if my understanding is what you seek.” Wow,
that was weird to hear coming out of my mouth. He let out a deep
sigh, crossed to the other side of the bed, and sat down. “You can
sit?” I asked, amazed by that fact.
    “Maybe we should start at that. My current
existence is exactly like yours. I have to walk, ride the bus, open
doors, put bartenders on fire,” he chuckled, “—everything like a
normal person.”
    “Thank you for that,” I said, but then his
words sunk in. My mouth dropped from shock, that couldn’t be true.
He couldn’t be like me. He’s a freaking ghost, for crying out
loud!
    “Don’t mention it,” he smiled,
over-confidently.
    “But you're hovering, not walking,” I
challenged his prior statement. If what he said were true, it would
be a game changer. He would, in fact, be real. That thought sent a
heat wave down my spine. I swallowed a knot. Did someone turn up
the heat in my room?
    “I'm not hovering. That's how you see me
because we don't share exactly the same realm. That's how I see
you, too.”
    “No way!”
    “That's what I was trying to tell you, but
you wouldn't listen,” he shook his head.
    “Wait a minute! If everything is normal , how do you get snapped next to me? That's a
bit contradictory, don't you think? In my world, we don't get
snapped no matter what,” I frowned, suspecting foul play.
    “Exactly!” He jumped up, excited, as if I