We were inches away from each other. I let my arms drop to my sides. “You’re not dead.”
“Not even a little,” he replied. And then he smiled, a genuine, happy smile, and my cheeks started to ache. That’s when I realized I was grinning, too.
“So hologram means-“ I finally said.
“It means non-corporeal, yeah. Which sucks seeing as how there are a lot of very corporeal things I’d like to do with you right now.

Auteur: Rachel Hawkins