The second you try to blow dust off the radio, you instantly have a face full of regrets. Immediately, you’re bent over coughing, then interrupted by a series of sneezes.

"What did we learn?" Zade’s mocking voice came from behind you.

"Shut up," you mutter, sneezing again.

He chuckles, so you swipe at your snotty nose, then wipe your hand across Zade's chest. His mouth drops, and he looks down at his shirt.

"That was just savage," he mumbles.

Feeling much better, you refocus on the old radio. It's woken Zade and you up in the middle of the night several times, playing on its own while not being plugged in.

you’re not even sure if it works, but if the ghosts want to listen to music, then who are you to stop them? You decide to bring it up to the living room so you can utilise it.

"All right, big guy," you say to Zade. "Bring 'er up. I'll be waiting at the top, comfortably sipping my wine while you do all the heavy lifting."

Mirth ignites in Zade's stare, though something darker accompanies it.

He's so going to get you back later.

Grinning, you escape back up the stairs while Zade sighs and heaves up the heavy radio. You pause midway, long enough to croon, "Good boy," before booking it the rest of the way up the steps.

His growl is devilish.

Just as you promised, by the time Zade makes it up the stairs, you’re sipping on wine in the living room, pointing him toward the cute stand, stationed right by the fire.

Zade cocks a brow as he brushes past you, fully understanding that you’re pushing his buttons.

He places the radio down onto the stand, and just as he goes to turn away, you speak up.

"It's not centred."

You cock your head, taking your time as you study the radio. It's definitely centred, but you’re having so much fun.

Meeting his gaze, you take a slow sip of wine. His stare has sharpened.

Only when you swallow do you say, "It'll do."

One menacing step from him is all it takes for you to squeal, set your glass down on the coffee table, and run.