Page 67 of Siren in Love

Mike’s song was that; something alive, something more than the sum of all the notes that made it.It wasMike.It was love made melody.When Mike shifted, when the song moved higher, Corvin found himself in it as though seen through the eyes of another.

His cheeks were wet before he realized he was crying, not understanding why, but then he saw Mike, and his eyes were overflowing as well.

Happiness.He’s happy.

The song tightened and spun, building to a pause, not an ending, not a final note, and when Mike let silence fall, Corvin understood.

We have only just begun, and this is our starting point.

He didn’t speak, and neither did Mike.Words weren’t needed.They fell into each other’s arms, skin to skin, hands and lips, sharing breath.It wasn’t about sex or lust, it was about belonging, about having arrived and continuing forward on another journey, a shared one.

“Forever,” Corvin said.

He wanted to say so much more in that single word, wanted to cram so many promises in there, but when Mike hummed to him, he knew his siren had understood all of it.

In the humming, he echoed it back:Forever and ever, you and I and the life we are going to build.

They kissed to seal a promise, a vow bound by song.

Outside, the ocean roared, sharing their joy with breaking waves and seafoam, witnessing the first day of their ever after.