Page 63 of Bewitched By the Siren

It’s crazy how much my life has changed. A few months ago, I was living in Los Angeles, alone, and I had no idea just how miserable I was. When I first stepped off that plane in Savannah, I couldn’t predict how quickly I’d come to love the Georgia coast and Circe Key. I didn’t know the woman I’d come to see would crawl inside my chest and become the most important thing in my life within a few days.

And I didn’t know mermaids weren’t some ancient sailor’s myth. That they actually existed.

Hali and I have worked hard to navigate her dual nature. She takes salt baths every few days at home before coming to my place to spend the night with me. And when she needs to swim, I stand guard on the beach and help her dry her tail when she’s done.

Watching her phase back and forth is magical and awe-inspiring, but it’s kind of become par for the course. I still feel a little star struck when it happens, but hell, I feel that way most of the time around her. She’s just so…amazing.

“I love you,” I say, squeezing her hand.

“I love you, too,” she breathes on a happy sigh.

This adventure of ours is just getting started, and I can’t wait to see what we’ll do next. Because together, we can doanything.