I brought my fingers to my lips as I remembered the feeling of Alpha Walker's lips on mine, and I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to kiss him again.
It had been so unexpected that I could hardly believe it was real, and now he was awake again he was agitated enough that I could see he didn't know why he had done it, either.
Perhaps it had been a way to convince himself I wasn't real - a ghost would not feel real against his lips; A ghost would not be able to respond to him like I did.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, to put my hand on his shoulder, to let him know that I was there and that I was real, and the feeling was more urgent now than it had been before. I needed him to believe me, and I was finding it increasingly impossible to shake the idea our fate was inext
