[He actually lets out a quiet murmur when Ryan's hand shifts again; he can't decide if it's relaxing or arousing, or some strange combination of both, but that feels even better. Without realizing it, he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down lightly on it, just drinking in the sensation of being - caressed, really.
What a strange thing not to feel until after you've died.]
Why am I here? [It's a quiet question, one he's avoided for awhile now but finally has to know.] What - makes a ghost?
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What a strange thing not to feel until after you've died.]
Why am I here? [It's a quiet question, one he's avoided for awhile now but finally has to know.] What - makes a ghost?