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another asteroid hurtled its way toward Earth, and this time it wouldn’t be so lucky.
    I clung to him, wishing time travel, and not the virtual kind, was possible. I’d backtrack to our honeymoon. Joel would be alive. I’d have a human to caress me. Someone I could hold on to who was real.
    He spun around, thrusting hard and deep. We sank under the water together, me having more orgasms the lower we went. We hit the concrete bottom, and when I came up, he was gone. Darkness had fallen, and I danced with him under the straw canopy while a band featuring guitars and steel drums played. We gyrated around in time to the music. He suddenly pulled me in close, making me laugh just as I had when Joel had done the same thing on our honeymoon.
    Also copying Joel, he suddenly picked me up and carried me to the open patio doors of the room. He walked into it, over to the bed and placed me onto it. Lights flicked throughout the room. I looked at everything—the open patio door, the candles. I heard the sound of the ocean beating against the shore. Every single detail was the same as it’d been on our honeymoon.
    I looked up at the man who carried me and suddenly he was Joel. He was back. I ran my fingers down the side of his face. He still had the scar by his jawbone where he’d fallen on some glass while riding his bike when he’d been a young boy.
    “Joel,” I said.
    “It’s me, baby.”
    “Is this the surprise you had for me? You’ve come back to me?”
    “Part of it…only part of it.”
    He kissed me. Kissed me in a way only Joel could do. The slow innocence of his mouth on mine followed by the urgent parting of my lips with his tongue.
    I opened to him, tasting strawberry ice cream with a hint of the champagne I’d enjoyed the day before. His lips and tongue trailed down my throat, over my collarbone and then onto my breasts. He flicked his tongue at my nipples, making me laugh in just the same way I had on our wedding night.
    Joel laughed too. “Still the greatest tits I’ve ever seen,” he said.
    He licked one and then took it into his mouth and sucked. I ran my fingers through his wild wavy mane. He still had thick gorgeous hair.
    “You need a haircut,” I said.
    “I also need a shave, but I didn’t do it because I knew you always like something rough on your pussy.”
    He parted my legs, and I knew what he had in mind. He put his head by my thighs and licked my folds. Just as he’d said, his whiskers rubbed the delicate skin around my pussy, making my nerve endings hum.
    Joel speared his tongue into my opening, making me buck. He rested his hands on either side of my hips, going to work on me, like only he could.
    I was happy and very satisfied. I had him back in a way I knew wouldn’t last. After all, it wasn’t real. The rational part of my brain knew that. The part that was always in denial about the bad things that happen in our lives, made me believe we relived our lives, and this time around nothing would go wrong. For this brief moment in time everything was damn near perfect.
    I lifted my hips, forcing him to go deeper, work harder, until he brought about my climax. He lifted his fingers. They shone with my cream.
    “That’s my girl.”
    Joel raised himself. He held his cock in one hand while parting my pussy lips with his other. Soon he was inside me. After all this time we were back together as one. It seemed like a lifetime ago that we’d been physically joined like this. He moved slowly at first. Just like our first dance as husband and wife. I held him, squeezed his arms, knowing he’d be gone soon, but for now he was all mine.
    “Are you going to pull that sexy face you always do when you come?”
    “What sexy face?” I asked as he picked up speed.
    He kissed my nose as he drove deeper, aiming for my G-spot. “You’ll see.”
    A mirror appeared over the bed. I looked up, loving the sight of Joel’s bare ass moving between my outspread legs.
    I widened my stance, pulled my legs up