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That last probably explained why, though heād enjoyed watching Laine and Sev and some other people having sex, it hadnāt really occurred to him that he could do any such thing. After all, if, when you died, you were free from physical paināexcept in your memoryāand able to zip around the world, and get to fuck, where was the downside to dying then? Granted, not everyone who died turned into a lingering spirit, but some did.
What would happen if two lovers, completely devoted to each other, died, and only one was a spirit? Conner shivered, more of a wispy movement for him but the same concept, he thought. He didnāt know where the people went who didnāt hang around post-death. And he didnāt want to find out. Conner liked being where he was. Going somewhereā¦else scared him.
Maybe that was why he was still on the planet.
Connerās musings ceased when Sev and his nephew came in through the front door. Conner had had what he called ājumpy brainā lately, his mind not being able to focus on any one thing for long.
For the first several years after his death, Conner had been unable to concentrate for long. He just wanted to have fun, but heād been able to focus when itād been important to do so. Death had made him more of a flighty person than heād been in life. Once heād realized that, it had started to bug him. He didnāt want to be vapid in form and personality both.
So heād started trying to have more substance, started paying attention to those around him more. Part of it was that heād taken an innocent spirit under his wing, so to speak, and the rest was that he couldnāt deny the changes in those living people he cared about.
Just like his worries and observations about Laine and Sev aging, and yes, whether or not those two would get to be together in death, either in spirit form or wherever theyād go after. Conner worried, but he just couldnāt focus on it. To do so made him jittery. Heād even dropped Sevās ridiculously expensive eye cream a few days ago when heād just meant to hide it behind the towels. Jesus, Sev could shriek.
He could also laugh and sound just as young as heād been all those years ago when Conner had been a lost and terrified spirit with a message heād needed to get to Laine about who had killed him. Hearing that laugh made Conner warm inside, so he floated up to the ceiling, his spiritual form no more substantial than the air that he let hold him up. Less, actually, he guessed. Heād always sucked at physics. All he could say for sure was he was up.
And that it wasnāt just Sevās laugh that made Conner want to hang around and observe for a while. Though it made him feel like a skeevy pervert, he couldnāt force himself to disappear when Sevās nephew, Rogelio Martinez, was around. The boy was beautiful, and Conner knew he wasnāt really a boy, having had an eighteenth birthday party some time ago. Years, but how many, he couldnāt remember. Enough that Rogelioās form, though lithe and on the short sideāyeah, even in death, Conner wouldnāt have admitted that to the kidāwas obviously that of an adult. It showed in the slight delineation of muscle and the confidence with which Rogelio carried himself.
When Conner was around him lately, all the memories of arousal that he had suppressed tried to come back to the surface. Heād learned that touching another spirit felt like he remembered it did when touching as living beings. He just hadnāt applied that to a sexual manner of touching. Possibly because his main companion in the spirit world was Stefan, who, despite having died as an adult at nineteen, still seemed like a kid to Conner.
Part of that was because Stefan had beenā¦ Conner searched for the politically correct term. Things had changed a lot since heād died, and he liked trying to keep current. Intellectually challenged? Conner shrugged. Stefan didnāt seem so different now, as if death had freed him of the physical limitations of his body and mind. Heād always be a kid to Conner, though.
āAnd so will Rogelio,ā Conner murmured, needing to hear himself say it. Sev cocked his head and frowned and Conner slapped a hand to his own forehead. He knew Sev could hear him on some level. Sometimes he heard him clearly. Other times, like today, hopefully, not so much.
Sev held a hand up to shush Rogelio, who glanced nervously around the room and whispered, āIs he here?ā
That wasnāt a thrill he felt at hearing Rogelio enquire about him. The kid wasnāt interested in him. For Godās sake, he was dead! That was probably it. Morbid fascination on Rogelioās part. Conner wasnāt around the kid constantly, because even dead, he had a life. So to speak. Heād deliberately kept himself from teasing Rogelio, becauseāwell, he wasnāt sure why. Probably because it was Sev and Laine who were Connerās friends, and Rogelio had been an awkward teenage boy when heād moved to McKinton. God, Conner wasnāt sure of anything right then as Rogelio turned his head toward him.
Rogelioās eyes widened when he looked to where Conner was floating. Conner twitched, feeling that gaze like a heated breeze over his skin. It was too weird, tooā¦intense for him. Conner zipped himself right out of the house, popping in instead on Laine in his office.
Laine, still handsome, still sheriff, but damn, he was sure looking his age. Conner tried to figure out how old that was exactly but
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