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scrunched her nose with another giggle. “No, a hoagie is a sandwich. You eat it.” At his pained expression, her heart warmed, and she reached for his hand again. This time, instead of grabbing him by the wrist, she laced her fingers with his. “Trust me, okay?”
    He heaved a sigh, and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he nodded acquiescence.
    She smiled and led him out the door, to the elevator, and down to the street below.
    “You know no one can see me,” he reminded her.
    She looked up at him and smiled. “What does that matter? I can see you.”
    His violet eyes seemed to light up, and he gave her a bright grin. “It doesn’t matter that you look like you’re holding hands with no one and talking to yourself?”
    She glanced down at their twined fingers and shrugged. “New York is full of crazies. It’s not that strange.” His fingers tightened around hers, and she liked the look of joy that crossed over his features. She continued on to the deli, happy to be with Garren. It was a lot better than being alone in her apartment, thinking of David and sulking. Garren was a distraction. He was a childhood friend who reminded her of happier days. He just also happened to be the most amazingly gorgeous man she had ever met in real life.
    Even if it wasn’t exactly real life, it was good enough for her.

Chapter Six
     
    The roof was, by far, not the most inspiring place to show Garren, but it was private and safe and she could talk to him there without looking like a complete nut job. She’d spread out a blanket and forced him to eat a six-inch ham, turkey, salami, and provolone hoagie with the works. At first, he’d looked at it like it was an alien life form that he had no clue what to do with, but after a few tentative bites, he’d eaten it almost voraciously while making several different kinds of rapturous noises. He was now lying on his back, staring up at the sky with a kind of comatose wonder on his face.
    Kelly smiled and leaned over him. “Happy, Garren?”
    He shook his head and met her eyes. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
    She wondered briefly what it would feel like to taste food for the first time. There were so many things that humans took for granted. “If you think that’s good, wait till you taste this.” Along with the hoagies, she had also gotten four different kinds of dessert pastries. An éclair, something called a Napoleon, which was nothing more than a bunch of alternating layers of phyllo dough and sugar icing, a slice of strawberry swirl cheesecake, and a custard fruit tart. “Pick one,” she said, indicating the display of decadence.
    He looked over at them and blinked, then propped himself up on his elbow and met Kelly’s eyes. “Surprise me?”
    She grinned, picked up a fork, and cut a bite out of the cheesecake with it. “All right, we’ll start with this one.” She held the fork out to him, and he stared at it for a moment before carefully placing his lips around the fork and pulling the bite into his mouth. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and let out a heavenly sigh.
    “What have I been missing all this time?” he murmured.
    She giggled, took a bite for herself, and contemplated as she chewed. “Garren, you’re only made of thought, right?”
    He nodded as he continued to savor the taste.
    “Belief keeps you alive? My belief in you?”
    He nodded again.
    She frowned. “If you’re only made up of thought, how can you eat solid food? Where does it go?”
    He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “You want to know the specifics about my digestion? I told you I did not need food to sustain me. You are the one who insisted.”
    She sighed. “Yes, I know, but—”
    He grinned and sat up so that he was facing her. “You think too much,” he stated, brushing back a strand of her hair. “You never used to.”
    She gave him a flat expression. “I never used to think? Yeah, that would be what has gotten me majorly screwed in the