~ Zoie’s POV ~

“Miles, stop, not here!”

Zoie was giggling as she pushed Miles’s face away from her. He kept trying to make out with her as they walked through the haunted house. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to be kissed, but she just didn’t want all the ghosts and ghouls watching.

“Baby, c’mere,” Miles said as he pulled her closer again.

The church had these long empty corridors and a basement area that was fitting for a haunted house tour. They ...