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50 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2011
In the early part of the last century, it had operated as a funhouse. Now it looked like a haunted house. That was appropriate since I was there to meet a ghost.
I relaxed a fraction. "Sorry. I'm no longer in the help business."
"I don't owe him fuck."
"I'm happy. The happiest I can remember. I wish--"
I wish it could have lasted forever.
What was it Dickens said? An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.
It didn't matter how hard I'd worked to prove myself over the last five months. Two years of insecurity and resentment lingered as was proved by this very conversation
In the mountains of Afghanistan they have a saying: A wolf cannot outrun its shadow.
In the soft autumn darkness we came together, arms sliding around each other, holding each other close, entwined. The ghostly music tailed off, and there was nothing to hear but the slide and rustle of sheets and our rough breathing.
"I need you," I said. "I need you so much."
"You just take what you need," he urged me in that sexy whisper.
"Whatever you're thinking, whatever you've convinced yourself of, no. You're not here on sufferance. I love you. I love you so much it scares me. It's not reasonable to care this much for anyone, but…I do.(…) --Stephen

Funny thing, that, because I had never liked being held when I slept, but with Stephen there was something comforting about curling up against him. I liked his arms wrapped around me, liked the heat of him all down my back, the warm breath stirring the hair at the nape of my neck. I loved him. That made all the difference.Lanyon writes so subtly and simply about this pivotal decision and in the end it really is that simple - "I loved him. That made all the difference."