“It’s more than an inch,” he said. “But I think you already knew that.” I ceased to exist. The pulsing between my legs seemed to suggest I was very much alive but the rest of me was deceased. And my first realization in the afterlife was that flirting was new for us. We didn’t do this. There’d always been affection between us but this was something different. And I liked it. “The tub is deep. Comfortable.” He made a raspy, growly sound. “Bet it could fit two.” “But you like being alone.” I almost slapped myself for that. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Probably something to do with being
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