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“Now listen carefully,” says Fiona, turning businesslike again. “I need to tell you something important.” “What is it?” “No matter what happens, don’t tell the ghost it’s dead. They have no idea they’re no longer living.” I’m convinced we’re both in a padded cell somewhere having this conversation. That’s really the only reasonable explanation. When I sit there staring at her in disbelief, she continues. “Ghosts are simply souls with a story to tell.…-
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I stare at the coin with my heart palpitating and my mind recoiling as if it spotted a rattlesnake. After a while when I get up my nerve, I reach for it with a trembling hand. It feels abnormally cold in my fingers, as if it’s been stored in a freezer. But it hasn’t been in a freezer. It’s been where I left it, in a drawer in my office desk. And now it’s here. In my car. The car parked outside the bar that Aidan lives above. I glance around, but there’s no one in sight. The…
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79.3 K • Ongoing
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Later, I lie beside him, my head resting on his chest, my leg thrown over his, my body boneless. I’m a bowl of jiggly Jell-O, quaking and spent. I’ve never felt so alive. Gazing up at the ceiling, Aidan murmurs, “Need to ask you a question. And I need you to be honest when you answer.” I wait silently. He didn’t give me permission to speak, and I’m still not really clear how and when all these rules of his apply, so I stay on the safe side and say nothing. His chest rises and falls…
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Afterward, we don’t speak. I don’t know if he’s feeling as emotionally raw as I am or if he simply has nothing to say, but he rolls off me and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The faucet runs. The toilet flushes. He reappears carrying a wet washcloth and a hand towel. He silently pushes me onto my back and wipes the washcloth gently between my legs as I lie there feeling as if all my bones have turned to liquid. He dries me off with the hand towel, then rises and flips…
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Before I can even knock, Aidan yanks open the door. He pulls me inside, kicks the door shut, takes me into his arms, and kisses me passionately. I kiss him back, desperate for him to make me forget everything except the way it feels when his mouth is on mine. Without a word, he pulls my T-shirt up and over my head. He flings it to the floor and kisses me again. He’s not wearing a shirt, so my breasts are pressed against his bare chest. His skin is smooth and hot, and he feels…
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It’s three o’clock in the morning when I finish the letter. I’ve been up since one, pacing around my office, unable to sleep. My mind spins with a dizzying merry-go-round of questions. Who was the man on the water’s edge? What does it mean that I found Michael’s buffalo nickel in the exact spot he was standing? When did I decide it was reasonable to have a pen pal in prison? Where can I locate my brain? And finally, why did Aidan leave without saying goodbye? Because that’s…
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Dear Dante, I debated about whether or not to write you again, seeing as how I think you might be unstable. But you could also just be lonely, and if anyone knows about loneliness, it’s me. The verse you sent was very poetic. I’m sorry, but I can’t think of anything else to say about that right now. What I would like to say is that I hope you’re not dangerous and about to be granted parole, because boy, would I look stupid when the police find my dead body and our correspondence. I can…
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Feeling rattled but also brave because Jake is in the house—and it’s daytime—I decide to take a walk out to the water to investigate. Bainbridge Island is only a thirty-five-minute ferry ride from Seattle, but it feels as if it’s on a different planet. Much of it is covered in thick cedar woods or dedicated to nature preserves, but there’s a quaint downtown area with cozy coffee shops, boutiques, and restaurants. Miles of trails that follow the rugged coastline and hilly interior make it a…
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We eat breakfast at his place, then he follows me back home in his truck. When we get to the house, he insists on going inside and checking everything out before letting me in. “Better safe than sorry,” he says, leaning in the open driver’s-side window of my car. “Keys?” I hand them to him. “I don’t know if I locked it, though. I ran out in a pretty big hurry.” He nods, then straightens and walks up the path to the front door. Watching him standing there trying the handle, I…
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In stark contrast to his snarling savagery as he took me, Aidan is silent and gentle as he washes my body under the warm spray in the shower. I’m shaky and shell-shocked, uncertain what I’d say even if I could speak, so I’m grateful he’s not asking me to. He turns me this way and that, soaping and rinsing my skin, then squirts a dollop of shampoo into his palm and washes my hair. I stand with my eyes closed and wonder what happens next. I’ve never had a one-night stand, so I don’t know…
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