A Living Crush

I was leaning against the opposite lockers, watching my crush pack his bag from his work out. I had been following him around, as a ghost with nothing to do this becomes the regular thing. This time, however, I was going to try something different.

I floated behind him, his broad back with all its muscles and moved forward. I didn’t stop moving until I was suddenly looking down at his bag. I flipped my hands around and looked down at his thick muscular body and started to feel the stirring in my shorts.

It’s good to be alive again.