Black Swan Affair by K.L. Kreig
I’ve loved him as long as I can remember.
The gangly boy with big brown eyes and unruly hair who grew up into an intoxicating man. He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop.
Killian Shepard.
Shep.
We grew up together. We played Ghost in the Graveyard. Had our own rock band. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. It didn’t matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into woman. It didn’t even matter when he left me behind to go to college and start his adult life.
He’d be back.
He was always meant to be mine.
He came back, all right. But instead of smelling of promises, he stunk of betrayal. And he destroyed me—us—the day he married my sister instead of me.
So I did the only thing a girl like me in my position could do.
I got my revenge.
I married his brother, Kael.
Now we’re one big happy f*cking family.
Love words from Kael to Mavs
For BSA readers, this Valentine’s Day love letter is written after Chapter 20, Kael and Mavs first VD together.
Swan ~
This morning I watched you sleep. You may think that’s creepy and maybe it is, but I laid there for at least a solid hour thanking God that out of the billions of people in this world, I was lucky enough to grow up next to the woman who would not only be my best friend, but the one I would eventually call mine.
I listened to you breathe. I watched your eyes dance as you dreamed, hopefully of the wicked ways I played your body last night. I drank in the slope of your face and the curve of your full pink lips. I noticed every strand of caramel in that thick, black, glossy mane of yours I love to grip when I sink home.
As impossible as it seems, every day with you is better than the day before, but last night you made me the happiest man on the planet, outside of the night you agreed to be my wife.
I can’t wait to start our family, Mavs. To watch your belly grow big and round. I want to feed you ice cream and rub lotion on your stomach to help with stretch marks and decorate our baby’s room in horrid greens and yellows (I know how much you love pastels). I want to change dirty diapers and wipe snotty noses. I want to watch you nurse and listen to your lullabies. You’ll be an amazing mother and role model to our children, Maverick.
I love our life together, and will not ever take a second of the gift of you for granted. My life is yours. My love has belonged to you from the time I have my first conscious memory of you sprinting across your yard toward the grove of trees with your little legs pumping and your dark hair flying.
This may be our first Valentine’s Day as man and wife, but know I don’t need a day designated by Hallmark to show you my infinite love. You will know this every second of the other 364 days as well. I will love you, my swan, until death do us part.
Always and forever,
Kael
Levantarán el vuelo (Piano Solo) by Circus Marcus is licensed under a Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 International License.
About the author
I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out, I’m a raving bitch. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).
