“I know I can touch you in the car. That’s when I knew you were different. I reached out to save you, and instead of my hand going through you, I touched you. You don’t know how that feels, Edwin. I need to feel it again.”
“I can’t just let you—”
“Yes, you can,” Cooper interrupted. “You can. Tomorrow. I promise, you won’t regret it.” His hand slid down Edwin’s body. Everywhere he touched, the clothes disappeared. Water lapped against his bare legs, licking his toes, but Edwin barely felt it. Cooper’s hand was real; it was heavy on his stomach. His fingers were long, the tips caressing and teasing Edwin’s taut skin
“You’re touching me now. I can feel you.”
“No. I can’t feel you. This isn’t real. It’s a fantasy. A lie. I want something real, Edwin. After all these years, I need something real.”
“I don’t know if any of this is real, anyway.”