Page 8 of Bending Over for My Tw!n
He loved me. And I loved him, even if the world called it wrong. Even if it was the kind of love people whispered about behind closed doors and called it a sin.
He was still the only person who ever made me feel like I belonged. And I never wanted to be apart from him.
I stood at the tiny stove stirring pasta and sensed Eli come up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I instantly rested against his strength.
“Smells good, baby girl,” he murmured, kissing my neck.
I smiled at his compliment.
He turned me around slowly, his calloused hands cupping my face. “I missed you. I always do when you’re not with me.”
“Damn, Eli.” I rested my forehead against his chest and closed my eyes, smelling his clean, masculine scent.
He was my home.
“I love you, Lila.”
“I love you more.”
Outside, the world was cruel and judgmental. But inside this little ,shitty house, in the taboo life we built, there was only us.
Unbreakable and forever.
The End.
