A moment with her

Finding it hard to teleport through the walls, he had to walk on foot, which was tiring. He squints his eyes at the harsh illumination lights here.

Hurrying not to be confronted by those pathetic medical team who had him consciousness, while in a haste, he rubbed pass her but didn't look.

Here he was outside, draining and all sweaty, which was all new to him. He could even hear his stomach rumbling for what he couldn't understand.

The bright sun shinning it rays on him, welcoming Wales to earth. It was scorching outside, causing him to thirst.

The weather was dormant. He was hot and felt the hospital gown on him sticking to his body.

Surprised, he could feel his heartbeat, human flesh and air. He glanced at his legs, he had no shoes on, and he felt the cold ground under his foot.

Wales wondered his eyes down to his cock in-between his thigh which he sensed was big, rigid and fallen.

"Humans suck" he squeezed out, touching his chest. Wales could hear the blasting sounds of ambulances riding inside the hospital compound.

The place was huge and could fit for a mini-city. Wales felt his head throbbing, as a ghost, they barely feel or touch objects in the living world, but now he was feeling and could touch.

This was bad for him as he was trying his best to acclimatize to the sudden change. This man had only two days to fetch the missing soul and Brooke. 

He was getting frustrated as he couldn't teleport or do anything but walk.

His eyes were becoming dizzy, and he fought to stay awake, staggering and treading out of the hospital compound. 

He found himself at a crosswalk where he could find different people and motorists parading the place.

However, he had to stop walking when he noticed a shadow looping behind him. It was certainly not soul grippers but a human. 

Curiously, he turns his face to take a look at who it was, only to feel her head on his chest.

He flinches, as she rose her head slowly to meet his gaze. Her eyes searching his, she looked like a walking corpse. 

Wearing similar gown as his, a bandage on the head and a sullen lip which were folded.

Every little thing irritates him and the sight of her was alarming, how was he going to keep up with humans if he felt this way. 

For a reason, he felt his heart aching for this woman. She steps back from him, folded her fist and avoided his gaze.

"You survived?" She mused in an indifferent tone, as though she knew him. This woman acted uncomfortable around him, puffing and panting.

Wales pointed himself and then at her. Do they know each other?

If it was regarding relationship, then this woman shouldn't waste her time. Because he was going to dispose of this body, after he was done finding the missing soul.

He didn't respond to her and beckoned on her to leave at once.

"How rude, you always act like that" she muses and then scoffs.

Wales was puzzled, not intending to spend time with this girl.

With a silent hiss, he paces away, almost stepping a foot on the crosswalk, but then this woman pulls him backward through the arm.

Accidentally, his lips rubbed against hers, his arms went around her waist and her body clam on to him.

Her breath lingering around his face, she smelt of disinfectant spray and it itches his nose. 

His eyes daze as he stared, her breast pressed on his chest and he felt his chest thudding. She inhaled, feeling his strong arms holding on to her.

Lisa had only saved him from being knocked down by a motorist.

He wasn't even looking well and seemed to be in a rush. Why was he acting all strange like though they hadn't met each other before? 

She tried to break out from his grip, but he was holding firm to her.

Lisa ducks her head as her eyes couldn't help but stare. Wales wishes to stop the noise coming from his chest. 

His eyes lowered to her breast, it was soft against his, flutters his eyes and swallowing hard, he hauled her off him and glared. 

What's with this woman? Lisa shook her head as she stutters a bit away from him.

"I just saved your life, and I am saving you again" she responded with a frown, locked her hand with his and forced him to start a chase. At first, he jiggled her hand away from him, but she was so adamant. 

Does she know who he was? He could just end her life here with a snap of the finger? 

Wales attempted snapping his finger because this woman was constituting a nuisance this afternoon. Oddly enough, she grappled his collar, drew his face closer.

"Just run! The security agents have found us!" She screamed in his ears. Her voice felt like a loud siren in his ears, and before he could say anything to her, she took his hand again and began running.

Wales was panting, he could just teleport and abandon this woman who he just met. His eyes were searching for the wall. 

He realizes his chest might explode, how strong this woman was dragging him to run. How busy this world was.

Though he was always around, but not as a ghost anymore. Wales turned slightly behind and saw men in suits running after them. 

They weren't dressed as doctors, and he guessed they were some kind of bodyguard. 

His feet were scorching, and it was difficult for him to run, but he had to.

For no reason, he just trusted this woman. He couldn't even concentrate on his thoughts as her long hair kept spreading on his face, covering his vision. 

He was tired of taking it off his face. As they ran, Wales had to hold it in a bun, inquire of her if she had anything to tie it.

She wasn't responding to him until she called a cab and got inside.

In the end, Wales had to let go of her hair, which flogged his face. He hoped never to meet this woman again.

Wales didn't intend to sit inside, but she gestured to him to hurry or else he would be locked up in a psychiatric ward.

Seriously? How does the body he possesses know her? This wasn't good, and it could delay his search for Brooke and the soul.

He had no choice than to follow her after all, he still doesn't know what this body he possesses does. Immediately he got inside, the driver zoomed away.

Lisa sighs as they were able to escape from the bodyguard, she chuckles and strains her body, she then shoved her gaze to Wales who was wincing and growling silently.

"Sorry for that" she says, glancing at his legs. Could she just keep quiet? Her serene voice was aching his head, and the worst was being stuck in the same place as her. 

He gave her a daring glare. It doesn't matter if he hurts this body he was inside. Furthermore, he could just soul-shift into another.

"Let me see that" she furthers, intending to glance at his feet, but he flunked her hand away.

"Stay still or you bleed to death!" She yells at him. Wales widens his eyes at her. Just who the hell was she? No one had scolded him before, but she was. 

He must confess, she made him quaking. The driver had to take a glimpse at them, especially this man who looks intimidating. 

One just couldn't judge a book by the cover. The driver smiled as they looked like a beautiful couple escaping from danger.