Bend (A Stepbrother Romance) (26 page)

I snickered to myself as a funny though occurred to me, and I broke away from her mouth. “Hey, so, our parents—do they become like, step-in-laws, or what? Is it suddenly taboo if they start hooking up again?”

She clamped her hands over her mouth. Snorts of laughter escaped through her fingers. “Too soon!” she protested.

“Sorry, sorry, bad joke,” I said. “I joke too much.”

“Maybe if I take my pants off, you’ll stop laughing,” she teased, grinding against me.

I groaned. “Damn right, baby.”

I made love to her on the couch, our couch, passionately devouring her—my fiancée. And I knew I was the luckiest man on the planet. We both were lucky, and not because of our jobs or our apartment or anything else—only because of each other. Only because of love. Somehow, despite all the madness the year before, we’d found it with each other.
She loves me
.

And I loved her. And I planned on telling her every single day, forever.

THE END

BEND

Cadence’s Song

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Verse 1

I saw her in the dark delirium below

Shining, flashing, sparkling in the shadows she glows

One tattered soul pulled into a hazel thrall

One eye’s forgotten what the other recalls

Chorus

Bent notes and broken rhythms littering my sheets

Worlds turn to the tune and the cadence of our heartbeats

I’ll drink a liquid fire, and we’ll

Breath the fumes together, and she’ll

Kiss the jackal goodnight

Verse 2

One eye remembers what the other forgets

Gutted by fire, consumed the ashes of regret

I saw her in a dark where I’ll find release

Scraps of a soul yearn for just a breath of peace

Chorus

Bent notes and broken rhythms littering my sheets

Worlds turn to the tune and the cadence of our heartbeats

I’ll drink a liquid fire, and we’ll

Breath the fumes together, and she’ll

Kiss the jackal goodnight

Bridge

The rhythm, the notes, the chords and the words,

They’re yours

The lights, the hues, the heat and this heart

They’re yours

I bend, I break, I breathe,

For you

I’m yours…

Verse 3

Scraps of a soul in a disoriented blur

The kiss and the burn of a tempting hazel liquor

Falling lit-drunk-high in this heartsick syndrome

Love put me in my place and took me home

Chorus

Bent notes and broken rhythms littering my sheets

Worlds turn to the tune and the cadence of our heartbeats

I’ll drink a liquid fire, and we’ll

Breath the fumes together, and she’ll

Kiss the jackal goodnight

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Independent author Ellen Callahan reads and writes edgy contemporary romances. She is also enthusiastic about baking cookies and loves rock music - the louder, the better. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending her time with her three rambunctious nephews.

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