Kissing the Ghostbyglynndah©
Kellyn washed the lingerie and draped it over the towel rack to dry. She adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. The fragrance of her honeysuckle shower gel filled the small room. Kellyn pulled back the shower curtain and steam billowed into the bathroom. She turned and saw a heart appear, traced as if by an invisible finger, in the steam-clouded mirror.
A kiss from the good little witch.