Matt had never, in his time as a ghost, felt so lucky to be invisible. He was sure the look on his face was one of pure shock and awe.

“She… wants… me?” he thought, the surge of emotions that reverberated through his ghostly form was something he had never experienced before. But he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to make sure of what she meant by what she said.

“Yasmine… what do you mean?” He asked, his voice wavered with surprise and curiosity. She blinked a few times like he wasn’t expecting to be questioned by him. Soon, a flush of pink brightened the soft brown skin of her cheeks.

“Oh… umm,” looking away, her eyes darted from side to side, trying to think of exactly what to say. What did she mean by what she said? Honestly, she wasn’t even sure what she really meant.

“I… I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay with me. I don’t know why, but I don’t remember very much, but it's not what I remember that makes me want you to stay. It's what I feel…” Not sure if what she was saying made any sense, but she had to speak from the heart. “And I feel like if you were to leave…I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.” A throwback to when she was just a child and struggled with nightmares and getting to sleep.

Matt stood there looking down at Yasmine. It was like she was a kid again, desperate for a friend, for someone to keep her from being lonely.

“But if you want to go…I won't stop you, mon….it was Matthew, right? " she asked with a half smile that felt more like a frown. Matt felt all the wind leave his sails as she called him by his real name. It felt so, so wrong for her to call him that.

“My name is Matthew, but please don’t stop calling me Monty. Yasmine, the truth is, I don’t want to leave. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. For some reason, my spirit is bound to his plot of land. I was planning on staying outside and not interfering with your life as best I could… But you really want me to stay?” She listened intently now when he started to talk about his spirit being stuck there. She nodded emphatically when he asked if she wanted him to stay.

“Of course I do…Monty.” Yasmine said with a soft smile up at him. “You are already the best roommate I could ask for. Not only did you care for me when I was a kid, but you also helped me when I got hurt earlier, and you cleaned constantly even when everything was spotless.”

“But I was the reason you got hurt earlier, and oh, please, it's not that clean in here.” He said bashfully, making her laugh.

“I got hurt because I freaked out. It wasn't like you were trying to scare me. And I do the same thing! Even if it's clean, you still insist it's dirty, just like me. ” She smiled and took a small step forward. At this point, she was just a few inches away from him.

"Besides, who else is gonna save me from any spiders that sneak in.” With how close she was, he could feel the heat of her warm body radiating into him. He couldn’t help but bask in her wonderful glow.

“Umm…Yasmine?” he asked, sounding a little hesitant.

“Oh, sorry. Am I standing inside of you? It's hard to tell.” She blushed a little more and took a step back, but before she could move fully back, Monty placed his hand on her shoulders and stopped her.

“N-no!..ahem, no, it wasn’t that.” His hands were so cold that they soaked right through the sleep shirt and chilled her to the bone, making her shiver slightly. He quickly noticed this and pulled his hands off of her.

“I am so sorry! I never should have touched you like that! It's just that you are so warm, and it's not really possible for me to feel warmth through other means. I should leave after all; after all, I’m gonna end up hurting you or something, I know it.” He said in a panic.

“Monty, stop!” She shouted at him, reaching out to try and hold him back from leaving, but her hands just passed through his intangible body. “Dang it, Monty, make your body solid!” She commanded, and like it was second nature, her hands soon pressed against his ghostly body. Though invisible, she could still feel what felt like clothes and an ice cold body underneath.

Yasmine’s eyes widened as fingers pressed against his chest and started to trail down. Feeling the ridges of what could only be muscle. As they moved down even further and to his abs, she felt the definition of shallow but muscular abs.

“W-wow…” she said, a bit amazed that a ghost would have muscle definition. Meanwhile, Monty was standing there feeling more alive than ever before. She was basically fondling his body at this point while he was shamelessly absorbing as much of her warmth as he could. Both of them had completely forgotten exactly what was going on at this point.

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"Holy crap, can ghosts work out?" She thought to herself, her mouth slightly agape.

Eventually, Yasmine had to stop as her hands were getting so cold that she started to lose feeling in them. As she pulled her hands back, she breathed on them a little before shoving them under her armpits for warmth.

“Anyway, don’t leave Monty, I don’t care if you are a ghost. It’s not like I have plans to have company over anytime soon. And you could just hide if I do, right?… Man, my hands are cold.” She secretly held no regrets about touching the ghost. The sensation of touching his firm body was a sensation she had never experienced before. It gave her a strange warm sensation in her stomach, though her hands were like ice now like he had sucked all the heat out of them.

Monty really only felt the pressure of her touching him with his dulled senses, but he watched in rapt fascination. The look on her face as she ran her hands along his body was something else. The way her mouth hung open slightly, and the faraway look in her eyes made it seem like she wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of her. It was so adorable. If he actually knew what was going through her head at that point, he would be singing a much different tune. She wasn’t the innocent little girl anymore. Just inexperienced.

“I guess? I mean… I wouldn’t mind staying here and helping you keep the house clean. If you are okay with that?” Yasmine smiled at him as she pulled her hands out of her armpits again to breathe on them again, then shove them right back.

“Of course I am, but you can’t just clean everything every day.”

“I can’t?”

“Of course not, how am I supposed to get my fix if you keep everything freakin spotless. It's not fair.” Monty couldn’t keep the smile from his face at this. They were like the opposite of usual roommates where there would normally an argument about who did what chores. Instead, it would be a fight to see who got to clean what.

“Haha, okay…I will stay.” There was a long pause before he spoke up again. “Thank you Yazzie, I-”

“And stop calling me Yazzie! I don’t even let my mom call me that anymore!” She interrupted with a complaint. Monty just smiled a hidden smirk.

“Okay, Yazziewaz.” Yasmine’s face went a full beet red at the torturous sound of an even worse nickname.

“Don’t. you. dare,” She warned him, staring hard with a fiery glare.

“Hahaha, maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” he teased as he started to float away. Her eyes followed him as he spoke.

“I’m serious Monty, don’t!” She growled, following where she thought he was going.

“Good niiiight Yazzzieeeee.” She said with a slight warble, laughing as he phased through the wall and out of her room.

“Monty!” she said as she pressed against the wall, banging on it. Even though she was acting like she was angry, it was just that, an act. Once she was sure he was out of the room, she paused, looking at the wall for a moment, a soft smile coming to her face. She looked down at her still slightly chilly fingers, remembering the sensation of his body.

“Who knew ghosts could be so ripped.” She giggled slightly, shaking her head.

“Oh yeah Yas-”

“Ah!” Yasmine let out a yelp as Monty’s voice came from right in front of her like he wasn’t even an inch away. She stumbled back a few steps, placing a hand over her heart as it beat rapidly.

“Don’t do that!” she complained loudly as she let out a growl.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know you were standing there.” He apologized profusely. Unknown to her Monty had actually phased through enough so that his face was basically right against hers accidentally. Not a hundred percent sure but pretty sure that their lips had touched for a moment. Even if neither of them could feel it.

“Uggh, its whatever, just… be careful.” Yasmine took a deep breath to calm herself down. “Whats up, you had something to say?”

“Oh, right, well, I just wanted to know when you usually wake up?” She gave him a strange look but answered without much hesitation.

“Well, I gotta get up around five thirty tomorrow morning cause I need to get to an orientation. Why?”

“Okay, I don’t sleep so just wanted to make sure I didn’t disturb you before then. I will let you get to bed, I will be near by if you need me. Good night Yazziewazzz.” He teased with a chuckle, but Yasmine just laughed a little to herself and shook her head. Just how had her life gotten so crazy that she seriously had a ghost that didn’t eat or sleep, but loved to clean as a roommate?

“Good night, Monty, " she said, walking over to the bed and crawling back under the covers. After checking for spiders, of course, she only shivered once in fear. Once she was all snuggled into bed, she realized something and let out a small groan. About to get up, she paused.

“Umm, hey, Monty?” she asked the empty room quietly. It was only a few seconds before his familiar voice piped up.

“Yeah?” He said softly.

“Could you, maybe, do me a big favor?”

“Name it.”

“Can you turn off the light for me? I forgot before getting into bed.” The ghost laughed a bit at her big favor.

“I guess I can do that for you, but you owe me a big favor in return.” He said cheerfully as he floated over and flicked off the light.

“Name it.” She returned, rolling onto her side, feeling an odd comfort wash over her. Sleep quickly, dragging her eyelids down. Monty couldn’t help but grin to himself at this.

“Good night Yasmine.” He whispered before slowly floating out of the room to let her rest from the eventful day.