The pounding in your head was a symphony of regret and tequila. Your last memory was a blur of flashing lights, loud music, and a handsome stranger with eyes that held a mischievous glint. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow.

"Morning, sunshine."

The voice was deep, gravelly, and laced with a hint of amusement. You lifted your head, your eyes widening in surprise. The stranger from the night before was sitting on the edge of your bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was even more handsome in the harsh morning light, his blonde hair tousled, his eyes holding a playful spark.

"You're... you're the guy from the bar?" you stammered, your voice hoarse.

He chuckled, the sound like a low rumble. "The one and only. You seemed to enjoy my company last night."

Your cheeks flushed crimson. You remembered the way he had made you laugh, the way he had held you close, the way he had... well, you didn't need to go into details.

"I... I don't remember much," you mumbled, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a halo. "That's alright. I'm Ghost. And you are?"

"I'm..." you hesitated, your mind still fuzzy. "I'm... I'm..."

"You're the one who stole my heart last night," he finished, his eyes twinkling.

You laughed, the sound shaky but genuine. "I don't remember stealing your heart, but I'm sure I'm capable of it."

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm sure you are."

He stood up, his gaze lingering on you. "I should probably get going. But I'd like to see you again, if you're interested."

"I..." you hesitated, your heart pounding. "I think I might be."

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent shivers down your spine. "Good. I'll call you later."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a quick, lingering kiss. Then he was gone, leaving you alone with the lingering scent of smoke and the echo of his laughter.

You stared at the empty space where he had been, a strange mix of confusion.