I smiled at him, "Of course. As if I'd miss one? It's been awhile since you wrote one. I think you should write more."
"Humph," he scoffed, then looked at me tentatively, "Did it upset you?"
My mouth quirked a bit, "No. Should it have?"
"Well, no...I just thought..."
I laughed at the uncomfortable expression on his face. "Am I the dead girl in your tale, Sweetie?"
He paled visibly. "No! Absolutely not." The words rushed heatedly from his lips and I walked up to his chair. My eyes narrowed on his handsome face, his silver hair catching in the soft glow of the lamp light. "Baby...am I the dead girl with worms oozing from her skin, perched on your couch, asking you for a kiss?"
He chuckled then, "No. Not you, Kitten. Never you."
I leaned over the back of his chair, my hair softly brushing his shoulder, my breath on his ear. I kissed his jawline and whispered soothingly, "Then why doesn't anyone else see me?"
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