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    Lyrical Love

    She nodded. Her expression and posture dripping with sadness. Sadness that I had caused. ”I know and your words keep me alive, Bo. But is it enough? Enough for us to be together? You’re Fae, I’m human. The life spans…will you even remember me? Your feeding, Fae politics, the next big bad, there’s always something, Bo.”

    ”Oh doctor,” I shook my head with a gentle smile forming on my lips. ”That’s always been one of our problems. So many obstacles, but mostly ones of our own doing. You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes. Always looking for logic or some damned old book to answer the questions until you find the answer. I’m tired of that. Yes, we have a unique situation, but it’s time for us to take control. Just stay with me. You’re all I need. You make me whole again.”

    ”Now who’s rhyming,” she smiled as a tear escaped her emotional fortress.

    The mood lightened just enough to give me hope. ”Oh, I have a rhyme for you doctor.”

    ”Do you?” She smiled wider and arched a brow.

    I nodded and worked my sexiest smile. ”I’ll be the one to hold you down. Kiss you so hard. I’ll take your breath away. I’ll wipe away the tears. Just close your eyes dear,” I whispered before my lips grazed hers with the lightest of touch. The edges of my mouth curling up when she moved forward with an audible gasp that hoped for more. I froze an inch from her face. Our noses nearly touched as I waited for her to open her eyes.

    Without a thought our bodies had come together and her arms were wrapped around my waist. Her lids fluttered open revealing a questioning gaze. Questions not just about what she was doing with me yet again, but why I had stopped. Why did I keep pulling her back? Why couldn’t she let me go?

    ”By now I thought you’d know that I hold onto the things I believe in. My faith. Your love. Our freedom. To the things I can count on to keep me going strong. I hold on to you, Lauren. I know I’ve screwed up repeatedly, but it’s you I want. You I need. I always has been and always will be.”

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    1. Ok I didn’t think I would enjoy this so bravo I loved it as for counting and recognising the songs I give up after the first page lol but another great one off keep them coming pps.

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