Page 29 of Dancing with a Ghost

The pull I’d initially felt towards him had intensified. I’d felt a tug on my heart and an emotion I had yet to identify. It wasn’t love. Far too soon for that, more like affection, a tenderness flooding my body. The other strange thing? It was as if I could feel his emotions too. He’d been overwhelmed, a rush of passion, and wonder.

“Let’s get cleaned up, then you can stay here with me.” It’d be nice to feel a man’s body next to mine again. The last time had been months ago, some guy I’d met online but nothing had come of it.

I wasn’t a serial dater, that was for sure.

Matty was still bright eyed when I stepped back into the bedroom, and I didn’t think we’d get much sleeping done tonight.

“Your phone beeped while you were out. Go check it, I can do that.” He held out his hand for the cloth, but I ignored it, wanting to take care of him, show him how it should be.

“It can wait. I think we should talk about what’s next for us.” We had no idea how long this could take, and I was hoping that what we’d done this evening would bring us closer to a conclusion.

“If I knew, I’d tell you. I didn’t remember anything else, not even sure there’s moretoremember. Perhaps we just have to keep doing this. I can’t say I’m opposed to it.” For the first time, I saw real mirth in his eyes, a sparkle I’d not see before.

“I’m more than happy to carry on doing this.” And I was, but there was one thing that was concerning me, and that was how he’d got his burns. He’d purposely hidden them from me and I understood why but it hadn’t made me not want him.

Once we were both settled, I decided to broach the subject. this sharing of feelings must have gone both ways and before I could speak, he did.

“I know what you’re going to ask. I can feel your curiosity and your sorrow.”

“I don’t want to pry. You don’t have to tell me.”

“Telling you will hopefully help you understand me a little better. I didn’t want you to see me at first, like this, thinking it would put you off, but I guess I should have trusted you. I’m sure it’s not easy to look at me and not have some sort of pity. I didn’t really get a chance to come to terms with the scars when I was alive, but I’ve had many years to think about them and I’m comfortable with my appearance. I just wasn’t sure you would be.”

“It’s understandable. Some people only see what’s in front of their eyes. I got to know you first, know the man you are. I saw you, not the body. I still think you’re beautiful, regardless of your imperfections. They just make you, you.”

I hoped he understood what I was trying to say and by the look on his face, I think he had. He didn’t look sad, but at peace, a contented look on his face. That might have had more to do with his recent orgasm, but I didn’t think so.

Remembering the message on my phone, I hopped out of bed, searching my trousers for the offending object and bringing it back to bed.

“Can I see? These things intrigue me.”

“You’re welcome to it. I hate the thing. If I didn’t need one for work, I don’t think I’d bother at all.”

I checked my messages to see I had one from mother, an invitation to a meeting at nine in the morning. I turned to face Matty, a sudden feeling of longing coming over me.

“I wish we knew what’ll happen. I don’t know what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out. Facing a future without you in it is becoming unthinkable.”

“I can feel it.” For the first time, Matty initiated contact, stroking my cheek. “I hate that it’s taken me so long to find you, that we might not have enough time. We have to have hope though, Toby, and I have hope.”

My eyes started to droop. The emotions I’d felt earlier at the graveside made me tired, not to mention our activities of this evening. So much for talking all night.

“Go to sleep, Toby. I’ll still be here in the morning when you wake.”

I yawned and turned onto my side, feeling him hold me from behind. The chill I’d initially felt when he was near was no longer there. A definite shift. I hoped it was a good sign.

True to his word, Matty was there lying next to me when I woke the next morning, looking asleep. He did mention that he ‘slept’ at times and I assumed today was one of those times.

I crawled out of bed and into the bathroom, looking in the mirror as I peed. I needed a shower, too. A quick rubdown with a cloth wasn’t enough. Turning the water to hot, I stepped under the spray, quickly washing my hair and body, giving my dick a quick tug as I thought about last night. For an inexperienced lover, Matty sure learned quickly. I smiled, hoping I’d get the chance to teach him the joys of sex. Unfortunately, I had no time for anything more this morning, just a little reminder of how good his hands felt.

He was still in bed when I came back in, a small towel wrapped around my waist.

“You look hot as fuck like that.”

I gasped, never having heard the word from his mouth before.

“Did I say it right?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

“Yes, you fucking did. Where did you learn such language?” I laughed and jumped onto the bed next to him.

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