Chapter 8

“If I may be forward, Joey Redd, you’re an extremely handsome man. I don’t usually tell guests this, but…I just can’t help myself this time. Forgive me.”

“It’s fine, Bar. To tell you the truth, I’m flattered.”

“Honesty is the best policy to follow, as the saying goes.”

I nod, happy to be in the tower room with him, safe from all its disturbing and intrusive ghouls, ghosts, and other supernatural whatnots among the castle’s rooms.

Catching me completely off guard, he pulls me against him in an easy and comforting embrace. His lips almost graze my neck. I feel his heartbeat drum against my own.

Bar gently squeezes me and whispers, “Sorry, but I’m a man who likes to hug. I hope you don’t mind.”