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He shrugged. "Suit yourself. Admit it though, you had a good time."

"Helping you hobble home isn't exactly my idea of a good time. Neither is passing out on your sofa."

Mollie giggled and Alistair rolled his eyes at me.

"Fine. I'll see you around. Goodbye, Mollie."

Then he left.

"Why did you say no?" Mollie asked me.

"I have work to do tonight," I said, referring to sitting in her room, invisible, all night.

She nodded and I went over, kissing her briefly. I stroked her cheek.

"You're kissing me a lot," she teased.

"I like kissing you," I confessed.

She looked down. I tipped her chin up and smiled at her.

"I like you kissing me too," she whispered.

I grinned and kissed her once again. She responded immediately and I folded my arms around her waist, pulling her to me.

She gasped slightly. "R-Ryder, remember what happened last time."

I chuckled and kissed her neck. She tilted her head and shivered. Her knees gave out and she fell back against the counter. I pressed against her and she gasped, saying my name as she melted against me.

"Mollie," I whispered in her ear.

She shivered again and pushed her lips to mine. She slipped her hands up my shirt like she had the previous night and hopped up on the counter behind her.

I took her legs and wrapped them around my waist.

"Ryder, at least close the shop," she said, breathing heavily.

I went and locked the door, closing the blinds. She relaxed and returned her legs to my waist when I returned to her. She didn't seem to care about her skirt riding up. I ran my hand along her thigh.

"This is even better than my dream," she said, probably not meaning for it to be aloud.

"And what dream is that?" I chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant.

"N-Nothing," she said, turning a bright pink. She cut off any further remarks with her lips.  I kissed her back.

"Gosh," she said, pulling back for air, her cheek a bright pink. "Maybe we should slow down."

"If you want," I said, kissing her shoulder.

"Well, I-I don't really want to do where this is going in a shop."

"Okay," I said, kissing her lips softly.

She jumped down and sorted out her skirt.

"Maybe I could come over this Sunday when the shop is closed," she suggested.

I nodded. "If you want."

She grinned and I smiled back. She got back to work, kissing me goodbye when she had to go.

I locked up and stayed at hers, invisible, that night.

She slept soundly and I couldn't help but smile at her. She mumbled my name and I went over to her bed. I sat down and kissed her cheek gently. She rolled over and her arms trapped me. I lay down beside her, invisible to all except her. She nuzzled my neck in her sleep. I put an arm around her.

She woke and saw me, beginning to freak out. She sat up and moved away, pinching herself. She scrambled out of bed in a panic.

"This isn't a dream..." she whispered in realisation.

I sat up and watched her cautiously. "No, it's not," I admitted to her.

Horror spread over her face and she covered her mouth with her hands. "Last night wasn't a dream."

I said nothing as she sank to her knees.


She buried her face in her hands.

"Mollie, will you allow me to explain?" She nodded. "I'm not human. Not anymore. I was sent here to help you prepare for death."

She tensed. "Reaper. That's why you were asking me why I picked up that book."

"Oh, gosh."

She ran to her bathroom to throw up. After a moment, I followed her, kneeling beside her.

"You idiot. Moron. Jerk. Ass. I'm not on the frickin' pill!"

I remained silent. She buried her face in her hands. I placed a hand on her back. She looked up at me.

"How could you just do that? It's... It's a bit sick."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Are you? Are you really?"


She looked as though she wanted to believe me.

Almost a minute passed before I spoke again: "Do you want me to go? I can talk to my boss about taking me off this if you want."

"What, and have some stranger creeping after me? No." She pulled her knees to her chest. We were both silent for a long time. "Were you just playing with me, Ryder?"

"Last night or with all of this?"

"Last night."

"I don't know," I admitted. "I've never... With all of my assignments, I've remained strictly professional, but with you... There's just something different."

She looked down at her feet.

"I can't explain it very well," I said to her.

"I understand."

"Do you?"

She nodded. "You like me but you're not meant to."

"I suppose that's what I'm trying to say, yes. I could lose my job if anyone found out."

She looked down again and I said nothing more. Eventually, she got up and went back to bed. I followed her.

"Shall I go?" I asked.

"You're meant to stay though, aren't you? Just... Just keep away."

I felt slightly hurt but nodded, conceding to her. I disappeared, reappearing at Alistair's place. I took him up on his offer of going out. He only once asked what had changed my mind. I hadn't replied and he'd got the message that I didn't want to talk about it.

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