Etching Our Way (Broken Tracks 1)

“I see you still haven’t taken those singing lessons that we talked about,” she laughs out.

I wink, singing louder and moving us to the beat of the music. It’s all fun and laughs until the grin drops from my face and I stare into her eyes, portraying how much I mean the lyrics that I’m singing to her.

Before seeing Oliver’s art show, I never thought that we’d be here, together. I know there are still things I need to admit to her, to tell her why I did what I did all of those years ago, but all I want to do right now is bask in the glow that we’re emitting and stay inside this bubble.

Her eyes search mine as I continue to sing,

pulling her closer, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers as I whisper the words over her lips.

“I’ve missed this,” I say, watching her carefully as the last notes of the song play.

The radio starts playing a faster song and she pulls back, her eyes flashing with something that she immediately shuts down before she clears her throat, walking back out onto the balcony.

I stand still in the middle of her private studio, watching her back as she picks her wine up off the table and stares out into the darkening sky.

I shouldn’t have said that.

Shaking my head, I try to paste a smile on my face as I walk back toward her, wrapping my arms around her from behind and placing my chin on her shoulder.

“Have I told you today that you’re beautiful?” I whisper in her ear, trying to cut through the atmosphere that has wrapped its way around us from my comment about missing her.

She’s quiet for a beat and I watch as a blush creeps up her cheeks. “I… Thank you.” She turns in my arms and stares into my eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself, I suppose.”

“No suppose about it.” I smirk, pushing her back a step so that her back hits the railing. My gaze flicks down from hers to her lips as she traces her tongue over them.

My hand lifts of its own accord, my thumb trailing over her bottom lip as I lean forward, capturing her soft lips with mine, and showing her how I really feel.

I may not be able to say it with my words right now, but actions speak louder. I put all of my feelings into the kiss, trying my hardest to show her what she means to me.

Her hands move into my hair as mine settle on her hips, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips as I ask for entrance. She opens up for me and I swipe my tongue against hers, relishing in the small moan that escapes her throat at the sensation.

I pull away slowly, letting my lips savor every second that they touch hers as she opens her eyes.

“This balcony sure is something,” I comment, a cheeky grin lifting my lips.

“You can say that again,” she mumbles before her lips are on mine again.

Fifth Harmony—Sledge Hammer

Adele—Send My Love(To Your New Lover)

Caleb & Kelsey—Happier

Harry Styles—Sign Of The Times

I smile as I sit in the board meeting, thinking about the last couple of weeks. After Harmony received the painting, she was adamant that she couldn’t have it. But I saw the way she got lost in it at the art show.

The last few weeks have cemented everything in my mind. She wants me just as much as I want her, and there’s nothing and nobody standing in our way this time.

Since the art show, things are so good that it almost feels like I’m dreaming half of the time. Life is good: the kids are happier than they’ve ever been, and Clay is sleeping through the night without any night terrors.

I can’t remember a time when things have been this peaceful; not only at home, but at work too.

Things are better than they have ever been with Harmony. Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you, telling you that the grass is always greener on the other side. Only, she was always meant to be the side that I was on. She’s the one person that has always understood me like no other.

We laugh hard, smile hard, and argue hard. But the making up? It was always beyond this world. There hasn’t been a day that has gone by since the art show that we haven’t talked, and there were only two days that we haven’t seen each other. Those two days were the hardest two days; not being able to see her face or hear her voice.

We’ve been to shows, to dinner, taken the kids out to the park, and to the movies. Life is good… no… it’s great.