He hesitated for a moment, remembering the whispers he had heard from other ghosts—that sometimes physical closeness could ease the burden of the mind, could make the stress feel lighter. His chest tightened with the thought, but his hand still moved slowly to her robe, tugging at the edge.
"Jules…" Ruby muttered softly, lifting her head to look at him, her voice caught between surprise and the weight of exhaustion. His eyes met hers, filled not just with desire, but with the quiet desperation of wanting to take away even a part of her pain.
"…Wife," Julian whispered, his voice deep as he pulled her closer, unable to hold back anymore. His lips found hers, kissing her plump mouth with a hunger he had been holding in for too long. Ruby's hands slid around his shoulders, then down to his waist, tugging gently at his robe until it slipped loose. Soon, their clothes lay scattered across the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
