Impossible Advances

There Moira stood, but she should not have. She was draped in a simple black dress. Without a word she closed the distance between herself and Ian and pressed her lips against his before he could say anything.

Heaven could not have felt better than Moira’s lips. It was agony to push her away.

“You can’t,” Ian stammered, “I mean I want to. I want nothing more.”

Moira smiled. “Take what you want.” She attempted another kiss.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Ian’s voice faltered into a sob. “You’re supposed to be dead, Moira!”

“Oh, Ian,” Moira laughed, “I am.”