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“It might not last long, but I can always do it again. I don’t usually do this with ghosts.” Grant bit back a moan when Huck’s fingers sought out his scalp. “It… it can be dangerous. Not all ghosts are nice, you know?”
“I won’t hurt you,” Huck promised with intense sincerity. “I would never. Thank you for this. You’re incredible.”
Grant was doing his best not to think about the other places those cool strong fingers would feel good, and he tried to keep his thoughts pure. “Thank you. You are too. Not many spirits are this with it, you know?”
“Like the shades?”
“Shades?”
“Yeah, you know, the shadow people. They’re what’s left when we forget who we are. You gotta be careful. Enough of those bastards get together, they’ll try to pull you into the darkness with them. I mean, if you’re dead. You’re alive so you’re okay. Pretty sure.”
“Is that what’s in the staircase?”
“No.” Huck’s touch faded. “Thatthingin there is a fucking monster. That’s what killed me. I was here to fix… Shit. Shit! Why was I here? What was I doing?”
Grant could sense Huck’s anxiety suddenly rising, and then there was an intense jolt of fear. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t remember.” Huck withdrew from Grant, and his image almost vanished entirely. “I’m starting to forget. I gotta go find Sip. He’ll remember me. He can tell me what to do.”
“Sip?” Grant frowned.
“Precipitation Per Chance. He’s the bride. Who isn’t a bride actually.”
“What?”
“Long story that I’ve heard ten thousand times. Tell you about it later. I really have to go.”
“Wait! You were the one who warned me about the stairs earlier, weren’t you?”
“I did. I did do that.” Huck sounded worried as he added, “I didn’t want you to get hurt. You shouldn’t end up like me.” He looked away. “I need to go.”
“Wait! Are you…” Grand cleared his throat. “Are you the one who pinched me?”
“What?” Huck’s eyes bugged out. “No! No, that wasn’t me! It was Sip! I would never pinch you! Sorry. Not that I’m saying you’re not attractive enough to be pinched if that’s somehow a qualifying factor? You’re attractive. Like, a lot. I just meant that I wouldn’t do that without permission. And maybe a safe word.”
“Hey, it’s fine.” Grant dismissed Huck’s rambling compliment as part of a well-intended apology and offered out his hand. “Let me help you.”
“How?” Huck eyed Grant’s hand warily.
“I can keep loaning you my energy. I can help you remember.” Grant let his energy flow once more, and he was able to grab Huck’s hand. “We can start small. Like, what’s something you remember doing when you were alive that you really liked?”
Huck’s worried expression suddenly broke in a very cheeky smile, and he purposefully flicked his eyes over Grant’s thick body. “Well… There is one thing.”
Grant was hit with a flood of desire that made his knees weak. He just knew Huck was thinking about something dirty, and the way he was looking at Grant right now made his breath catch in his chest. No one living or dead had ever looked at him that way before, but his brain insisted it was a misunderstanding. Huck was probably drawn to Grant’s energy as a medium.
There was no way he could be physically attracted or in any other non-medium related way to him.
“I used to love parking out in some field and stretching out in the back of my truck to look up at the stars.” Huck laughed. “Sometimes I’d bring the stuff to make s’mores, but it was usually just me and so I’d eat ’em all until I couldn’t move.” His smile grew. “I… I just remembered that.”
Grant had been so sure the quality of desire had been sexual, but that might have been wishful thinking on his part. “Okay, so come with me.”
“Where are we going?”
“To go look at the stars. There should be a great view outside, maybe the front porch—”
“Yeah, no. Problem.” Huck hung his head. “I can’t leave the hotel. None of us can. We can’t pass through any of the outside walls.”
“Really?” Grant frowned.
