Dear Enemy

by Kristen Callihan

But the second she walked back into my life, I became aware of two uncomfortable but undeniable facts: I am lonely as hell, and Delilah Baker feels like home.

He sighs again. “Countless people call me Saint. Only you call me Macon with that bitter honey voice.”

“You always did flow around a kitchen like you were dancing to music only you could hear.”

“I want to be near you all the time. And when I am near you, it isn’t enough; I want more.”

“Delilah,” he says with a dry laugh, “if you think you don’t have power over me, you’re completely deluded. Haven’t you been paying attention? One word from you has the power to bring me to my knees.”

“I’m going to love you, Macon Saint. So long and so hard you’re not going to remember what it feels like to be without love.”

“I don’t know a lot about love other than what I feel for you. I might make mistakes, but I know this much—you are utterly precious to me. I’ll honor you every damn day of my life, if you let me.” I frame her face with my hands as the words come out thick, unsteady, but directly from my heart. “And what’s between us, Delilah? It’s forever.”