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But here? I’m a king.
While I’ve always found living women attractive, they’re terrifying beings. They’ll cut you deeper than any blade ever could and laugh while you bleed.
Sarah, though, she’s always been kind. I’ve never seen her be cruel or vicious. In some ways, that makes her more frightening, even if intriguing.
“I wish I could make you come alive so I don’t have to pretend to have intimacy anymore.”
That’s something I would never admit aloud to anyone that could repeat it. My being with women whose souls have left this earth is not only a large part of who I am, but it’s also my only source of affection.
It’s been ten years since that day, and my infatuation has only grown. I know his preferences, so it’s likely I will never feel him while alive, however, once I muster the courage, I plan to ask him to be with me when I die.
Breaking our kiss, I whisper through heavy breathing, “I don’t want you cold.” She blinks a few times, stuttered puffs of air coming from her lips. I’d never noticed the pretty, light freckles sprinkled across her nose before. Panic constricts my chest as I finish my confession. “I want you just like this.”
“I’ve wanted you for years, John. Not Skeleton King, not who everyone thinks you are. You.” I move my hand to his cheek where he leans in to my touch, his eyes closed tight. “I’m scared,” he whispers. “Why?” After several long moments, his gaze finally meets mine. “Because you’re breathing.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever stop being scared that she’ll change her mind about me someday, but in these moments with her, I’m convinced they’re worth the fear.
“I’ve loved you since I was nine years old. All I’ve ever wanted was to hear you say that.”

