Every moment with us
Feels like the place we restart
You turned the quiet to calm
Put a rhythm in my trust
Yeah, I bloom in the hush
Of the love we choose for us
If the night ever shakes
I’ll be right where you stand
If we ever forget
We’ll remember who we became
When we chose to stay
Now the truth is enough
You are the pulse I run to
Every beat between us
Feels like something brand new
You lit a fire in my heart
And it’s brighter than the rush
Yeah, we rise in the hush
Of the love we choose for us
Leif
“How do you feel?” I ask as Aliko opens the door to our home and steps through the door. He’s in his human form because we had to take a rideshare from the airport and he fits better in cars this way. Changing to fit in doesn’t bother him as much as it used to, not when he knows he doesn’t have to—not since he’s accepted that I love him for who he is and not what he is. Though, I do love that he’s a monster.
The door closes behind me, and Aliko turns, his hands coming around my waist and his mouth going to my neck. He breathes me in, like he does so often. I let him. Because I love it.
“Relieved,” he finally says. “I get you all to myself for months.”
I hum a sound of approval and slide my hands around his waist to hug him tight.
We love touring. Of course we do. But being home, together, with nothing to do—no plans, no responsibilities, it’s a different kind of love.
Aliko summed it up right. Relieved. It’s how I feel too, knowing I get to make Aliko breakfast, shower with him, swim with him, stay up late with him and not have to worry about waking up on time in the morning. We get to just be ourselves,do what we want. Go out when we want. Stay in when we want. It’s a different kind of peace.
“Come swim with me,” he says softly.
“Of course.”
We part and head to our bedroom to get changed into our bathing suits so we can walk the path to our private piece of beach. When Aliko bought the house, it wasn’t as private as he wanted. So, he fixed it. There are more trees along the beach, surrounding the fence that keeps people from accidentally wandering in. Not because he doesn’t want to share it, but because he doesn’t need people walking in on us fucking—because we do that a lot. Still. He can’t get enough of me, and though I feel the same, I don’t have the stamina as a human the way he does as a monster.
“You do remember we have to visit my parents in a month, right?”
