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"Neither did I," I gasped for breath, amazed at how I could feel the impact of emotion pulsing through my veins. "I never thought I'd feel this alive again. Never. I thought I would be a ghost forever.”
“And I thought I’d never find a man to love,” whispered Logan.
“We’re alive now, both of us,” I grunted as I moved deeper inside him.
"Alive... yeah, that's definitely the right word," Logan agreed with a breathless laugh. "I can't believe you were a ghost only a few hours ago."
"Believe it," I grinned, punctuating my words with an intense thrust that drew a moan from both of us.
"Ben, I'm...I'm close," Logan whispered, his voice trembling.
"Me too," I admitted, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure building in my core. "Let's do this together."
"Please..."
I gripped Logan’s cock in my fist, wanting to feel the moment when he went over the edge.
As orgasms swept over both of us, the world seemed to shatter, leaving only the warmth of our embrace. The intensity of our internal explosions left us both breathless, our hearts pounding in a syncopated rhythm.
"Wow," Logan murmured, his eyes still closed as he basked in the afterglow.
"Wow indeed," I echoed, leaning down to kiss his lips gently. "Thank you, Logan. For everything. Those words are so inadequate, but the best I can do.”
His eyes met mine with a soft, loving smile. "Now, how about we clean up and get some sleep? I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
"Sounds perfect," I agreed, reluctantly pulling away from him to stand. "I'll start the shower.”
"Go ahead," Logan nodded, watching me with a sated grin as I padded towards the bathroom.
It was another opportunity to experience sensations denied me for decades. As the warm water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter, I marveled at the pleasure of water against skin and steam rising around us.
As we slipped between the sheets, I rested my head on Logan’s chest and allowed the steady beat of his heart to lull me to sleep. Logan’s fingers raked softly through my hair, a simple yet profoundly intimate gesture that made me sigh with happiness.
Logan
My new life with Ben invigorated me. I saw everything through a different lens, and so did he. He rediscovered an interest in drawing that he enjoyed when he was previously alive. He used it to record his new experiences.
One Saturday morning, I found him sitting in the living room window, his sketchbook open on his lap. His eyes focused not on the skyline but on an elderly couple walking hand-in-hand across the street.
He drew quickly with confidence, capturing the woman's floppy sun hat and how the man leaned on his cane but still managed to wrap an arm around his partner. It was like he was freezing a timeless moment, creating a snapshot of enduring love.
"Every wrinkle and every gray hair are like badges of a life well-lived," Ben mused as he closed the sketchbook. "Being dead for so long gave me a new appreciation for the beauty in aging.”
The moment was so vivid through his eyes, so full of intricate details. Looking at it, I felt like I'd stepped into the sketch myself.
"Still can't get over how everything feels, sounds, and even smells," Ben said, taking the cup of coffee I handed him. His eyes closed briefly as he wrapped his hands around the mug, savoring the warmth seeping into his palms.
He took a careful sip, and his eyes popped open like he'd discovered a secret. "Wow, coffee isn’t that simple, is it?"
He chuckled. "The way the bitterness and sweetness mix, and how it trails down your throat, warming everything in its path, is something else.” Ben sighed, setting the cup down but keeping one hand wrapped around it as if clinging to the sensation.
"You don't realize how incredible it is to taste something until you can't," he said.
Next, we got into the swing of our day. I incorporated lessons on technology into every weekend.
I introduced Ben to the basics: surfing the web, streaming movies and using a smartphone. He’d always mostly ignored my work on the computer because he couldn’t type on the keyboard himself. When I had him open a web browser on his own the first time, he was intrigued at first and then stunned.
"I can Google anything?" His eyes widened as he typed in a few keywords, and articles, videos, and images populated the screen.
