“We have two choices. It’s Friday night, you’re off, and we have to eat. I was with a client late today. It’s an adoption case that I’m handling. Pizza or sushi?”
Corbin’s hand shook.
This was one of the last times he’d get to be with Will. He remembered this conversation, like it was yesterday.
God.
Why was he reliving this?
Why?
Nightmares stayed away, for the most part. Only, here he was, reliving a moment that should bring him joy, but it didn’t.
It brought him pain.
Excruciating pain.
What wouldn’t he give to not have to deal with this? Because this would just add to the burden on his soul.
His lover.
His husband.
His mate.
He was gone, and Corbin was still left alone to survive out there in the world when he was promised by Will that he’d never leave him.
But he had.
Resentment and anger rose up.
What he wanted was to be bitchy, but he craved this one last moment together more.
The dreams came few and far between, and he knew why he was having it.
Alex’s cologne.
Alex’s smile.
It was all coming back to him now, and he knew, like the early days after his death, when they were more frequent, that it would break him all over again.
“I’m not hungry,” Corbin said, not wanting to do this. He was trying to wake up, and he couldn’t pull from sleep.
Will grinned wickedly.
“Well, then, I know what else can be on the menu, my handsome cop.”
How many times had he laid in bed at night missing this man’s touch?
How many times had Corbin wept until sleep claimed him?
There had been so many that he’d lost count.
There was no doubt that this dream would damage him further, and he’d be forced to carry one more burden. He was the reason Will had died, and there was nothing he could do to undo the outcome.
For Corbin, life had stopped.
He was merely existing.
