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“Just like that. Don’t stop, Aiden.” He sucks my clit sharply in response. Combined with his fingers filling me, I barrel into the orgasm that’s been taunting me. “Oh, fuck.”

Aiden works me through it and slowly eases one finger out at a time. With a final lick that sends a jolt through my limbs, he crawls over me and kisses me, letting me taste myself. I pull him down against me, enjoying the feel of his body on mine. Everywhere our skin meets is hot with need. I’ve been touch starved for him.

When my breathing returns to normal, he kisses down the side of my neck and I stroke his hard cock between us. As he lines it up with my entrance, I wrap my legs around his waist and encourage him to drive into me.

“A perfect fit,” Aiden says mostly to himself as he thrusts into me again. “I could never get enough of this,of you.”

I squeeze my lips shut tightly, trying to prevent myself from refuting it. He will get tired of me, they all do. My gaze drifts to the dresser where my empty vial sits. Despite how good this is,because of how good it feels to be with him, I find myself wanting to escape, needing to run from the inevitability of him leaving again. As if he can read my mind, Aiden’s cold fingers grip my chin, bringing my attention back to him.

“Skye,” he sounds panicked, his words urgent, “listen to me, I’m not going anywhere, okay.” He starts thrusting hard and fast, like he’s racing against time itself. “I’ll still be here even if you can’t see me. Tell me you’ll stay here with me.” The last word is choked out as his body tenses. He presses his thumb sharply against my clit, scattering my thoughts as I try to respond.

“Okay,” I manage to grit out. The sensations whipping through me are dizzying as I hurdle toward a second orgasm.

“Promise me.” Aiden gasps out as he cums inside me. I can barely feel him anymore as I unravel. “Skye, answer me.” His hands are a faint touch against my skin.

“I promise.”

He pulls out of me and shoves his fingers inside of me immediately, holding his cum in my fluttering pussy. My eyes fly open at the foreign, cold sensation just in time to catch a fading glimpse of him. I’m left panting and empty as what’s left of our night together leaks between my thighs. My throat grows tight while I try uselessly to catch my breath. I press my hand over my mouth to keep it all in, but the magnitude of what an emotional whirlwind the last twenty-four hours has been is unleashed like a flood.

August 14th, 2021 – The Next Day

Having everything I’ve been running from over the last few months finally catch up with me is disorienting. It’s one thing to know Aiden is dead, that he’s a ghost, and it’s another to see the proof before my very eyes. But there’s no more denying that I had feelings for him. There had always beensomethingabout him that feltright.

Acceptance is a balm for a part of myself that’s been long neglected. Like any abandoned thing, it demands that I feed it.

On sore legs, I stand and head straight for the bathroom to turn on the shower. While the water heats up and the steam builds, I add yesterday’s date to my phone, confirming the pattern I’ve suspected. Before I set down my phone, I quickly purchase notebooks and pens—I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.Because you were keeping your distance, Skye.

That’s not possible anymore.

When I return to the bathroom, I’m welcomed with,Good Morning.

“Good morning, Aiden.”

Are u ok?

“Just a little sore.” I stretch reflexively.

Shower. Movies after.

I nod, a smile tugging at my lips as I undress and get in. There’s a true comfort in knowing he’s here, even if he’s not physically with me, and for once, I feel like I can be here too. I never understood what people meant when they talked about wanting their partner around all the time, but I think this is the closest I’ll ever get.

As we spend the day in bed, Aiden’s company is a comfort, but it isn’t intrusive. I don’t feel suffocated by the mask I’m forced to wear around everyone else. I can breathe deeply; I can drop the act and feel freely.

Despite the peace he brings me, simply having him there quickly becomes insufficient. When the notebooks and pens are delivered, I nearly trip down the stairs with the quickness I take them to retrieve them.

Returning to my room, I hop on the bed with more enthusiasm than I’ve felt in years. I toss one of the notebooks beside me with a pen on top. “Look, now we can talk whenever.” I speak with the assumption that he’s next to me at all times. He told me himself that there’s nothing except me in his world.

I watch, transfixed, as the pen becomes vertical and the notebook opens. I know it’s him and yet it’s still difficult to wrap my mind around.

Clever.He writes on the first page.

I light up under the praise and proceed to write in my own notebook. It’s unconventional, but honestly, it’s so much easier to communicate this way. I’ve never been a big talker, always struggled to organize my thoughts that way. I’m not an elegant, confident speaker like Aiden. However, writing? It’s so natural for me. All the things I’ve wanted to ask that I had difficulty phrasing easily make their way onto the page. Aiden doesn’t even complain about my too-close-together, sloppy letters.

He told me I was perfect as I was, it’s something I don’t think I can ever let myself believe, but I do feel accepted as we sit here in contented silence, having the most engaging conversation I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it could be like this with someone.

Skye

October 31st, 2021 -Two and a Half Months Later

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