Yet, there was a little piece of him that craved having some time with him. How could he not? It had been so long since he’d felt anything.
In his dreams, those were the only moments where he felt like he was living.
Well, existing.
To Corbin, this moment mattered.
And he knew it.
“I don’t know if that’s a good…,” he began, but didn’t get to say anything more. His husband, his sweet, precious gift, was against him, and his mouth found his for a kiss.
And it was the same.
It was always the same.
Nothing changed over the decade and a half where he’d been without him. That moment was locked in time, and was all he had left.
Will held onto him, and the kiss was electric.
There was always chemistry there. There was no doubt that Corbin was his other half.
Forever.
Only, he knew that this man needed to be set free—once and for all. He may have died, but Corbin needed to live. He’d come to him in his dreams, hoping, trying to set him free, but someone was stubborn.
Incredibly.
So, Will would try again.
When Corbin felt his belt being pulled from the loops of his pants, he moaned, but it came out a whimper.
The wound was still fresh, and each time he dreamed about Will, the scab came off, and the infection spread.
“Please don’t,” Corbin whispered.
Will stared into his eyes.
“This will be the last time. We both need this, Corbin. It’s time for me to let you go.”
His heart hurt.
“I had to let you go a long time ago,” Corbin said. “But I haven’t been able to cut that final thread.”
Will knew.
“There’s a new life to begin. Let this one be what starts it up for you.”
Then, he kissed him again, and Corbin held on. He wasn’t sure what he wanted more. To suffer or to finally be free of the weight on his shoulders.
The burden of carrying the guilt was destroying him. He still didn’t recognize himself in the mirror when he stared at himself.
There was a corpse staring back.
The wound was still there.
Instead of fighting it, Corbin let go. He needed to regroup because when he woke up, he knew that he’d have another battle to fight.
“Hurry,” he begged between kisses. “Get me naked.”
