Page 30 of Can't Refuse Him
He nods.
“And how exactly am I supposed to do that? Visualise my trauma while licking a pizza box?”
Eddy looks at me sideways. “No. That’s more of a Monday thing.”
“…Then how?”
He hesitates.
I squint and realise what he wants to do. “No. No. Whatever it is, I already hate it.”
Eddy runs a hand through his ghoulishly green curls. I notice that it’s not actually green–he’s a dark brunette–but his ghostly glow makes it look so. “To form a link strong enough to open the anchor memory, I need a tether.”
“Define tether.”
“A bodily fluid.”
“Oh, gods.”
“It worked with Mark—”
“Don’t youdaresay—”
“—and I couldtechnicallyenter your mind through your—”
“Nope!” I jump up so fast my back cracks. “You arenotdream-walking through my cum, thank you very much!”
Eddy, unbothered, grins. “We could just kiss?”
I pause. “…That also sounds like a trap.”
“It’s not.”
“Feels like one.”
“You’re cursed,” he points out.
I sigh. “Fine. But if this ends with me drooling into a memory vortex while you rifle through my brain pantry, I’m revoking your closet privileges.”
He tilts his head. “You have a brain pantry?”
“Metaphorically.”
Eddy steps closer, his gaze warm now. Gentle. Steady.
“It won’t hurt,” he says. “But you have to let me in.”
I swallow.
The room feels too quiet again.
His hand brushes mine, ghost-light and careful.
And I realise… I wanted to let him in.
Even if it means facing whatever memory I had buried so deep it turned me into a walking garbage hard-on. Even if it means trusting a Bin-Spirit who makes friends with used Q-tips and empty vodka bottles. Kissing him with my curse still clinging to my core may be my only hope of breaking it.
Because somewhere along the line today, I had stopped seeing him as a spirit and had seen him as someone I can love. Someone I had fallen for.
