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“Mhm,” he agreed, looking at her with lazy eyes. “So fucking good.” Saint’s tongue slipped into her mouth as he hardened her movements against him. Each time she bounced against him, Harmony grew wetter and wetter. Her thighs squeezed against him as she prepared for her orgasm.
“Saint.”
Saint answered her whimpering his name with, “I know, bae. Cum.”
And she did—hard. As soon as her ripples stopped, he lifted her up, allowing his seeds to shoot out of him. “Shit,” he grunted, jerking underneath her as she stroked him. “Harmony…”
“Take me home with you.”
* * *
“How about this,”Harmony started, sitting up in bed.
They’d been talking for hours, which was new for Saint. When she asked to come home with him, they went to her place to drop her car off and give her time to pack a bag. Saint thought they’d spend the evening making love, but they’d been talking and listening to music instead. It caught him off guard to hear one of his songs play on her playlist, and the feeling was so bittersweet it brought tears to his eyes. She held him close as he confessed to not knowing who he was without his music. His plan had been to try and find a new purpose in other passions, hobbies, and interests, but that was easier said than done.
There wasn’t anything Saint wanted to do beyond music, and not being able to do that how he wanted had him paralyzed. He hadn’t even been able to record in his home studio for himself. Every time he thought about it, thoughts of Tristan messed up his headspace and creative flow. Saint hated giving her the power, but it seemed she’d broken him in ways he didn’t think was possible.
“Since you’re good financially and don’t have to scramble to find work for money, why don’t you do something nonprofit and shift your focus from your passion to your purpose? My dad used to always say our passion is for us, our purpose is our gift to the world from God. My passion is reading and the library, but I truly believe my purpose is in my writing.
“That’s why I’m so anxious to get to a place where I can write full time. If I’m right, I believe God will make a way for me to do that next year. What are you passionate about when it comes to others? I think you’ll be able to find your purpose in that. And if you place your focus there, maybe not doing your music right now won’t make you feel so lost and empty.”
It didn’t take long for Saint to think over what she’d said. It had always been on his heart to create a safe space for children growing up like he did, but with his schedule, he didn’t have time to invest, and it wasn’t something he’d want just anyone in control of while his name was on it.
“I’ve always wanted to open a community center for the arts but never had the time. I don’t want it to be something with just my name on it. I want to actively be involved; you feel me?
“I want to have instructors for everything—sports, painting, drawing, writing, instruments, rapping and singing of course, dancing—every form of art. I want kids of all ages to be able to come and learn. I also want to have tutoring and weekly reports to make sure the kids are doing well in school, and an adult literacy program for people who grew up like me. A project that big would have taken too much time in the past, and now, that’s all I have.”
Harmony crawled over to him and gave him a kiss as she straddled him. “That sounds like an amazing idea, Saint. I’m proud of you already. Now’s the time for something like this, for sure. Do you have a name for it already?”
“When I didn’t think it would ever happen, I considered calling it Saint’s Place.”
“And now that it’s possible?”
His fingers slid up and down her arm, and he smiled at the feel of the chill bumps that covered it.
“In Harmony.” Harmony gasped and covered her mouth in shock. “Not just because of what your name means, musically and pertaining to balance, but also because you’ve inspired me and given light to a time in my life that I don’t doubt would be dark as hell without you. With you, it feels like my mind and heart are finally in perfect harmony, and I’m just honored to be in your presence.”
Her chin trembled as she smiled and wiped a few tears that slid down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, but when no words came out, she laughed softly before lowering herself to his lips.
The kiss was eager, a sweet taste to his tongue. And that was when Saint realized, everything about Harmony was sweet—even the bitters of falling in love with a flawed human.
When she finally came up for air, Harmony said, “I’m honored. Not just that you would name something so beautiful and meaningful after me, but I’m honored to know you and be in your life, Saint. I can’t wait to see what this next phase of life has in store for you.”
For the first time since everything began to unravel, Saint was excited to see too.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Harmony
Harmony was so caughtoff guard by the sight of Keith in the peephole she just stared at him for seconds on end. They hadn’t talked since he broke up with her on Thanksgiving, and Harmony was sure it would stay that way. She looked down at her oversized shirt, yoga shorts, and Ugg slides. There was an ankle bracelet on both legs, and when she sent Saint a picture of herself, he told her he’d be over soon so they could dangle by his ears.
When her doorbell rang, that was who Harmony was expecting… not Keith.
She slowly opened the door, hoping her face didn’t show the confusion she felt.
“Hey,” Keith spoke breathlessly, smiling at the sight of her.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
