That's The Spirit!

Jessie Saint knelt among candles and incense, pleading with whatever spirits might listen. She confessed her secret—the raw hunger she felt for her roommate, Daya Knight—then shut her eyes and surrendered. A sudden jolt rocked her spine. Her eyes flew open and a cocky smile spread across her face. “I’ll take care of EVERYTHING,” she announced, the new voice confident, almost cocky. The entity wearing Jessie slipped down the hall and ghosted into Daya’s doorway. Daya lounged on the bed, curves on full display, unaware she was being studied. The spirit grinned. Damn, no mystery why Jessie had been aching. Heat pooled fast. Time to cut the waiting and push these two together.