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“Good idea.” She shut her eyelashes, and I reached out slowly. When I ran my finger over the knuckle of her thumb, she sucked in a breath.
“You just touched my thumb, didn’t you?”
My heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. I did. What about now?” I skimmed my fingers over the warm flesh of her elbow.
“Elbow,” she answered.
I dusted my knuckles along her cheek.
Her spirit opened its eyes and looked at me. “Why can I feelyoubut no one else?”
I shrugged. “Why am I the only oneyoucan touch? Or the only one who can see you? It’s got to be part of whatever connection this is that we share.”
She started to nod thoughtfully, only for her eyes to flare wide. “Oh my God. What if you can Sleeping Beauty me awake?”
With a scoff, I shook my head. “Yeah right.”
“Hey,” she cried. “If I can feel only your touch and only you can see and feel me, why is you kissing me awakethatfar-fetched of an idea?”
“Because this isn’t a freaking fairy tale,” I argued.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “So you’re not even going to try it?”
I motioned toward her body. “I can’t even reach your mouth. You’re on aventilator.”
“Well, you don’t have to kiss mylips.” Uncrossing her arms, she spread them wide. “This isn’t a freaking fairy tale.”
I blinked at her once and then huffed out an amused sound. “Alright,” I said. “Where do you want to be kissed?”
Her eyebrows lifted immediately, and her lips parted. “Oh, you shouldnothave asked me that. Because now I only have one answer stuck in my head.”
I chuckled and felt heat spread over my skin. “Hey. Keep it PG, Spirit Girl. We’re in a hospital here, and a nurse will undoubtedly walk in during the middle of it.”
“Damn, you’re probably right,” she muttered under her breath.
“Here,” I offered. “How about this?” Leaning over her body, I pressed my mouth directly to the center of her forehead.
When I straightened to look at her ghost, she was still pressing her hand to the area that I’d kissed.
After another few seconds of nothing happening, I slumped my shoulders. “Well, now I’m disappointed.”
“Me too,” she admitted, rapidly blinking tears from her eyes.
But dammit. I didn’t want her to cry.
“Maybe itdoesneed to be the mouth,” I said and leaned down again, kissing her cheek as close to the side of her lips as I could get without disrupting the tube.
When that didn’t work, I tried her temple, the gauze wrapped around her head, then I lifted her hand and kissed the back.
“Foster,” she finally said, stopping me. “It’s okay. The Sleeping Beauty thing’s overrated anyway.”
Except nowIfelt like crying.
“I’m sorry,” I rasped, lifting my hands helplessly.
“It’s okay,” she assured and came to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me tight before pressing her cheek to my chest. “Thank you for trying.”
I wanted to hug her back more than I wanted my next breath.
