His fingers skipped from my bellybutton up the middle of me, like he was tugging up an invisible zipper, only the sensation made me feel naked not clothed.
“Good. Then you understand that humans eventually die if they don’t eat. Though, I doubt we’re going to die, I do think we could feel gross and bad and not be able to help any more pesky ghosts if we pass out.”
Alex leaned in and kissed me. The smell of him, a mix of manly smells and baking smells filled my head. Is this what heaven smelled like? Or just my version? “I see,”
Alex said. He pressed his soft warm lips to mine and pushed his tongue gently into my mouth.
The sensation of him kissing me warmed my pelvis from the inside out, my pussy going flush and liquid for him again. I was on the verge of bending over my counter and begging him to take me. But my stomach roared with need and I pushed him gently away.
“I know you want it again,” I said, my breath hitching with a needy stutter in my throat. Man, oh man, this angel screwed with my head. And my hormones. “And I do too,” I confessed. “Really, really, really do. But we need to eat or you’re going to sex me right into unconsciousness.”
Alex Church got my sense of humor enough that he snorted with soft laughter and I smiled at him, liking it even more. I raided a box on the counter and found a tin of crackers and some peanut butter. I set about making us peanut butter crackers, with lids, thank you very much. “I think there’s a case of soda in the pantry and a case of water, too.”
Alex pulled the door open and we both jumped. “Um…”
“Damn! Another ghost!” I stared at him, lean and tall and much older than Molly.
“I mean, hi. Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude.”
The ghost stepped out, nodded, stood in the corner while Alex stared at me. I closed my eyes.
“He wants us to carry on. He can wait. As long as it’s not too long,” I gave a hearty sigh. Nothing was creepier than uber patient ghosts.
“So we…just eat? But I…” Alex, poor clueless angel, looked confused.
I waved a hand at him. “He'll be fine. Don't worry, he'll butt in if need be. Might as well grab us some drinks, most likely he won’t talk ’til we’re done. We’ll eat and then he’ll spill the beans. And we’ll have our next mission!” I fake-chirped at him.
“Are you happy?” Alex asked, eyeing me warily.
“Hell, no. But what am I going to do? I doubt I’ll be able to stay in my new dream house, “I sighed. “Ghosts and angels and what’s next? De—”
Alex held up a hand. “Whoa, wouldn’t go there,” Alex said.
“Do they really exist?” I asked. I’d never had a run in with an inhuman but I wondered.
“Do I?”
“Good point. If you do, then I guess the opposite of you could.”
“You won’t stay here?” He looked sad as he gave the ghost a wide berth and settled at the counter on a red-topped stool.
“I’ll never get any rest,” I admitted, passing him a plate of peanut butter crackers. I set about inhaling mine wishing I had more. And maybe a steak to go with it. Alex passed me a soda and I drank deeply. God, I had no idea I was so ravenous for food and drink until it was before me.
“You see them all the time?”
“Mostly. I mean, I can turn it off. I’m lucky, I always have been able to. And I don’t quite know how. I just sort of…can. Like you and your shutting your eyes and manifesting stuff, thing. Do you know exactly how you do that?”
Alex shook his head, bit into a cracker and grinned widely. He ate two more without chewing, I was pretty sure. Peanut butter crackers—score! “Nope. I just do it.”
“Same thing. But I can never tune out all of these lingering spirits. And it’s still an active graveyard from what I can tell! They’re burying fresh bodies every week. My god! It’ll be like a twenty-four hour convenience store around here but only with help for the recently deceased.”
“So you’d have
“Good. Then you understand that humans eventually die if they don’t eat. Though, I doubt we’re going to die, I do think we could feel gross and bad and not be able to help any more pesky ghosts if we pass out.”
Alex leaned in and kissed me. The smell of him, a mix of manly smells and baking smells filled my head. Is this what heaven smelled like? Or just my version? “I see,”
Alex said. He pressed his soft warm lips to mine and pushed his tongue gently into my mouth.
The sensation of him kissing me warmed my pelvis from the inside out, my pussy going flush and liquid for him again. I was on the verge of bending over my counter and begging him to take me. But my stomach roared with need and I pushed him gently away.
“I know you want it again,” I said, my breath hitching with a needy stutter in my throat. Man, oh man, this angel screwed with my head. And my hormones. “And I do too,” I confessed. “Really, really, really do. But we need to eat or you’re going to sex me right into unconsciousness.”
Alex Church got my sense of humor enough that he snorted with soft laughter and I smiled at him, liking it even more. I raided a box on the counter and found a tin of crackers and some peanut butter. I set about making us peanut butter crackers, with lids, thank you very much. “I think there’s a case of soda in the pantry and a case of water, too.”
Alex pulled the door open and we both jumped. “Um…”
“Damn! Another ghost!” I stared at him, lean and tall and much older than Molly.
“I mean, hi. Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude.”
The ghost stepped out, nodded, stood in the corner while Alex stared at me. I closed my eyes.
“He wants us to carry on. He can wait. As long as it’s not too long,” I gave a hearty sigh. Nothing was creepier than uber patient ghosts.
“So we…just eat? But I…” Alex, poor clueless angel, looked confused.
I waved a hand at him. “He'll be fine. Don't worry, he'll butt in if need be. Might as well grab us some drinks, most likely he won’t talk ’til we’re done. We’ll eat and then he’ll spill the beans. And we’ll have our next mission!” I fake-chirped at him.
“Are you happy?” Alex asked, eyeing me warily.
“Hell, no. But what am I going to do? I doubt I’ll be able to stay in my new dream house, “I sighed. “Ghosts and angels and what’s next? De—”
Alex held up a hand. “Whoa, wouldn’t go there,” Alex said.
“Do they really exist?” I asked. I’d never had a run in with an inhuman but I wondered.
“Do I?”
“Good point. If you do, then I guess the opposite of you could.”
“You won’t stay here?” He looked sad as he gave the ghost a wide berth and settled at the counter on a red-topped stool.
“I’ll never get any rest,” I admitted, passing him a plate of peanut butter crackers. I set about inhaling mine wishing I had more. And maybe a steak to go with it. Alex passed me a soda and I drank deeply. God, I had no idea I was so ravenous for food and drink until it was before me.
“You see them all the time?”
“Mostly. I mean, I can turn it off. I’m lucky, I always have been able to. And I don’t quite know how. I just sort of…can. Like you and your shutting your eyes and manifesting stuff, thing. Do you know exactly how you do that?”
Alex shook his head, bit into a cracker and grinned widely. He ate two more without chewing, I was pretty sure. Peanut butter crackers—score! “Nope. I just do it.”
“Same thing. But I can never tune out all of these lingering spirits. And it’s still an active graveyard from what I can tell! They’re burying fresh bodies every week. My god! It’ll be like a twenty-four hour convenience store around here but only with help for the recently deceased.”
“So you’d have
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