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Malakai presses a chaste kiss against my lips then jogs towards the ocean, diving into the water. I watch him for a moment, waiting for my pulse to settle then open the notebook, my fingers running over the pretty handwriting. He has a neat, almost delicate cursive that belies his strength and sometimes bullish behaviour. Quite a contradiction. Then again, it makes sense because like the ocean, he’s both gentle and calm, and stormy and dangerous.
Settling myself into a more comfortable position, I lean back against the deck behind me and read…
By the time I’m finished a couple hours have passed. Malakai is sitting on the shoreline, his lower half glistening with tiny beads of jewelled water as the waves lap around his legs. I approach him, my heart full of his words, his love for me. The tears I’d shed with joy and heartache have long since dried and I’m left feeling full,whole.
Words have so much power, it’s why I love them so. Evidently, Malakai loves them too.
I recall some of his phrases. His description of my most private parts had me blushing a deep crimson. Apparently I have apretty sunset cunt. God, my core had clenched, and my clit had twitched at that description. Other paragraphs had me weeping at the pain he felt…
You were so righteous in your anger that first time I returned. You lashed at me with your words and your rage. I deserved every one of them. Every single one, Little Siren.
The last time someone raged at me like that was my mother when I’d refused to give in to my father’s demands. She was afraid of what he’d do to me if I didn’t obey. I loved her enough to make a stand. I’d been twelve. He’d beat me black and blue and the next day we left for your island. After my mother was murdered, I funnelled all the rage and anger and let it feed me. No one dared to face me after that.
Until you.
Do you know how much I wanted to pull you into my arms that day? I wanted to fall at your feet and beg for forgiveness, for your love, because even in your anger I’d felt it. I wanted to be yours so badly that all I could do was pull down that mask I’d worn every day since my father strangled my mother to death. I put up those walls, whilst your rage batted against me. I pushed back, wanting you to hate me, despite needing you to love me.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how much I wanted you then. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I hated myself for leaving you the way I did. I wasn’t man enough back then. I am now.
If I’m a songwriter, then Malakai, he’s a storyteller. His notebook is filled to the brim with his words, with our story. It’s beautiful, painful, everlasting now that it’s scrawled in black ink across cream pages. I will treasure it forever.
“The ocean’s calm today,” he says, staring out into the distance, not meeting my gaze as I settle beside him on the warm sand.
“It is. I love it here, Malakai. I understand why this is the place you came to find peace.”
“It’s easy to forget my past here. Easy to be who I want to be on this island with you.”
Placing my hand on his thigh, I squeeze gently. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For your words. For allowing me to see into your soul. I’ve never read anything more beautiful. I’m touched, Malakai. I’m touched and so happy.”
“I’m happy too,” he replies, letting out a deep sigh of contentment.
“Is it all true, what you wrote?” I whisper against his skin, my lips brushing against his shoulder, my tongue soothing an old scar hidden by his tattoo, one made by his father’s hand.
“Every last word, Little Siren. You’re my heart, my soul, myeverything. This place wouldn’t feel the same without you in it. Nowhere would. As long as I have you, I have a home.”
“We can’t stay here forever. At some point I’ll need to go back to the island, to Grandma,” I say, realising that I miss her, miss Lola and Rob. As beautiful as this place is, I want to go home.
“I know that too.” He looks at me then with utter devotion. “Come here, Little Siren,” he says, patting his lap.
Climbing on top of him, I straddle his waist and rest my forearms on his shoulder. “You mention the curse in your notebook. I didn’t think you believed in it?”
“I don’t, not really.” Shifting forward, Malakai wraps his arm about my waist and holds me against him, his lips taste the saltiness of my collarbone then he presses his nose against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and breathes in deep.
“But you’re still afraid, of what?”
“I’m afraid to lose something so precious when I’ve only just found it.”
“Me too… Malakai, what if we’re heading for heartbreak? What if it’s true?”
“Heartbreak will come regardless, Little Siren. I’ve lived through enough shit to know that we can’t ever escape the dark side of life. Death is a finality none of us can avoid. One day it will claim me, as it will claim you…”
“I don’t like thinking about it.”
“Then don’t. Don’t think about it. Don’t give it any power. Don’t give it any credence. Just be present in every moment, every day, with me by your side.”
