Some stories never get old but behind the scenes there is always something new.In the quiet shadows of Jack's bedroom, moonlight stretched across the crooked floorboards as he drew Sally close, his skeletal fingers gliding lightly along the stitched lines of her waist. She tilted her head toward him, feeling a warm flutter in her chest despite the cool night air. Jack leaned in, his voice a low whisper that sent a delicious shiver through her. Sally you make even the darkness feel alive.” She brushed her lips near his grin, letting the charged hush between them deepen, saying more than words ever could.