The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of The Black Moon series
Chapter 38: A Romantic Weekend

Jeremy's POV – Saturday 31 October 2015

Ugh!!!! What's all this rumbling in the bedroom? What the heck is Gary doing up so early on a Saturday morning? Damn!

I twist and turn in bed to lie on my front, angrily burying my head into my pillow with a groan. The mattress suddenly dips beside me and I feel Gary's warm breath on the nape of my neck.

"Jeremy... Wake up, Baby..." he whispers softly.

"Ugh, no way... Let me sleep! It's too early to go to the gym or for a run!" I grumble, trying to shift away from him, but the edge of the bed is dangerously close.

"That would be a long distance to run..." he chuckles. "I rented a car actually..."

A car? What did he rent a car for?

"Come on, Babe, wake up! We're going to the seaside this weekend!" he finally adds cheerfully and that gets my attention.

"What?" I exclaim, propping myself up and bumping my head into his as I try to sit up. "Ugh sorry..." I apologize when I see him rub his forehead.

"It's okay... no concussion..." he teases me.

"What the hell have you been doing with all this noise for the last ten minutes? And what seaside are you talking about?" I ask.

"Oh, so you were awake and you didn't bother getting up to help me pack?" he asks with mock offense, which makes me roll my eyes.

Our relationship has considerably progressed over the past two weeks and I'm so happy to feel so comfortable around him now.

"Okay, so the noise was about packing... Then what about this weekend at the sea?" I ask, now really curious.

"My parents own a small cottage in Wittering, in the south of England," he says with a warm smile. "I thought it would be nice to escape from the city for a weekend, so I got the keys and rented a car, and we have the cottage to ourselves for the weekend!"

"Are you expecting to go swimming in the Channel? It's end of October, Gary!!"

"Tsk, don't be such a party-pooper, Jer! I swear you wouldn't like it in the summer either. It's crammed with vacationers and tourists... Anyway, the beach is also very pleasant during the fall and even in the winter. It's windy but strolling on the beach is great. The weather should be exceptionally nice this weekend, so let's go and enjoy!" he cheers, dropping a peck on my lips.

"Sounds good, actually. When are we leaving?" I reply more joyfully.

The prospect of a weekend away from London sounds nice. I love the city and I love our house, but a bit of fresh air should be quite agreeable.

"As soon as you're ready! It's only 7:00 but it's a two-hour drive from here, so the sooner, the better!"

With that, I hurry out of bed and to the bathroom for my morning routine while he finishes packing everything. After a quick shower and once I am dressed up – following Gary's advice to wear warm clothes – I meet him downstairs for breakfast. He tells me a bit more about the house they own there and the region. It's located in Sussex, south of London, and he explains that he often spent his vacation there when he was a kid. He always hated it in the summer season because traffic was always chocked, and the beach crowded with so many people, but it was always great for long weekends.

It's almost 8 when we are both ready and head out of the house. Gary has rented a nice Audi Sedan for the weekend, that he apparently picked up early this morning. While he puts our duffle bag in the trunk, I walk to the right side of the car and open the passenger door, which for some reason makes him burst out laughing.

"You want to drive, Baby?"

"What? No!!" I reply and as I am about to sit in, I also laugh at my obliviousness when I notice the steering wheel. These English people...

"You can if you really want to," he chuckles.

"Thank you, but no thank you... I haven't driven in ages and I'm not sure I would be able to stick to the left side of the road..." I reply, walking to the other side of the car.

Gary laughs out and settles on the driver's seat. Damn! It feels weird to have the driver on your right side, but it's not as weird as driving on the left side of the road! We have taken cabs a few times since we arrived here, but sitting at the back, you don't pay that much attention. You do too when you take the bus, but it's still different from being on the front passenger seat and in a lower car.

Anyway, the ride south goes well and pretty fast. The weather seems to be on our side indeed, which is good. It's a bit cloudy but at least it's not raining. Even if it was, I wouldn't mind staying locked up in the house for the entire weekend, cuddling with my man, especially as he told me there is a fireplace. That would be awesome too.

The last couple of weeks have seen me grow much more confident in our relationship. And this is all thanks to Gary! This man's endless patience is slowly leading me on the path of recovery and I couldn't be any more grateful. Of course, things are still far from perfect, but they are already so far from how they were end of August. My trust in him has become limitless, because he knows exactly what is good for me and how to deal with my fears. Somehow, it reminds me a bit of the relationship we used to have, but I usually avoid thinking about it too much.

A part of me wishes I could return to the BDSM lifestyle in its full extent, but that's just not possible at the moment. There are too many things that still scare me. And yet, when I consider things from a certain perspective, there is a bit of that right now, less the contract and the wild sex. Gary is clearly the alpha in our relationship, making decisions for the both of us, and I accept them, I let him lead my life and progression. He also knows my limits in terms of physical contact – sexually speaking as well – and he keeps on stretching them further and further, step by step.

There is no disciplining of course, but the guidance is definitely there. The lecturing too in a way when he thinks that I am lazing around too much. He always finds the right words to make me move on and it feels good. Good is an understatement actually. I am progressively rediscovering carnal pleasures and my libido is gently increasing.

Gary was right – as usual I should add – two weeks ago when he said I wasn't ready to blow him. Once again, I wanted to skip steps and it could have led to another withdrawal if it hadn't been for Gary's prompt reactions. Using my hand to begin with was a great idea and over the last two weeks, totally enchanted by the gratification of indulging my man, believe me I have used it quite a few times. At first, it was always Gary driving my moves, but more recently, I have started becoming a little more daring.

Like a few days ago, when I woke up in the middle of the night... Gary was sound asleep, even snoring. It's always so warm in our bedroom that he had rejected the comforter to the foot of the bed, and through the semi-darkness, his beautiful body suddenly got me horny. I shyly ran my fingers on his chest before I slipped them inside his pajama pants. The warmth of his flaccid member excited me to no end and even got me to harden as it began to swell under my strokes. Of course, when Gary woke up, he encouraged me to go on until he reached his release and then he returned me the favor with a delicious blowjob.

The one thing that I'm craving to give him... Last Thursday night, I got a bit closer to it. We were making out in bed, mostly groping at each other. Thinking I should worship his body in a better way, I showered his chest with kisses and licks, not leaving out an inch of his skin. Until I reached his lower abdomen and his erection poked in my chin. There was a long moment of silence, staring at each other, then I dared running my tongue along his shaft and even kissed its head. I was honestly ready to try and take it in my mouth but my fingers stroking his manhood and the few licks were enough to throw him over the edge and come all over his chest.

I believe I am ready to take that next step and this little getaway might be a good opportunity. I discussed it with Dr. Fenton yesterday and she said that I would feel it whenever I really am. I must admit that our conversations have been revolving around sex more and more often. I am so eager to progress in this matter that I couldn't avoid talking to her. Most of the time, she only listens to what has happened and asks me questions about how I felt about it. Well, with Gary taking things ever so slowly, I can only feel good because I am gradually readapting to sex life, getting used to each little step I take.

But our sessions are not only about that, of course. We discuss a lot about my work on the book because she wants to make sure that I am still comfortable with the process. Her goal is not to get details about what I write – although she needs a minimum of information obviously – but to see how I am reacting as I dig into my souvenirs. I have only written four chapters so far, because yes, I am that slow to write, but I'm glad to say that I am reacting well.

The idea I have come up with has a lot to do with it, I believe. Since the therapist advised I shouldn't write only about my captivity, but also about the years before, I have decided to write this book in the form of a narrative with flashbacks. The first chapter was kind of a mix, as I started it just a few days before the character is abducted. But then, I will alternate chapters of the past with chapters of the present.

Dr. Fenton thinks it's a great idea because it allows me to work both on the hard moments of my captivity and to dig into the fondest memories I have ever since I met Aaron back in August 2009. Even more so, writing about the happiest moments of my life helps me to deal better with the ones I write about the most horrible period of my life. So of course, I've only written four chapters for now and I can't be sure about how things will go when I reach harder parts of the character's captivity, but for now, it suits me well.

Using fictional characters with different names and physical aspects is also beneficial. The poor victim is called Justin and is blonde. I have been thinking so much about him over the last month while I was building the plan and chapters of my book that I have become familiar with him, picturing him exactly as he is. This has also helped me to deal with writing about his abduction and at the same time, I almost became envious of the relationship he had with his Dominant called Glen.

All in all, I think I am doing great with this therapy, I love that it keeps me busy for a good four or five hours each day, and I hope it will go on like this until the end. Like I said, I am slow because I have never been really good at writing – even essays were a nightmare in school! – but Gary keeps on telling me that I must take my time, so I just do that.

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The cottage is actually a cute little house which is located within less than a one-minute walking distance from the beach. The neighborhood is extremely quiet in this season and absolutely adorable. There was a bit more traffic than Gary expected so it's close to 11 when we finally make it to our destination. We quickly stop by some sort of deli to grab us some takeaway food for lunch that we enjoy at the house. Gary needs to check a few emails for work, so I use that time to unpack our small luggage and visit the house.

There is a large living and dining room with a nice open kitchen on the ground floor while the upper one holds three bedrooms, a small office and a very comfortable bathroom. It's nothing extravagant, just what is necessary in a summer house for a family with two children. The proximity of the beach is great, though, because they never had to take their car to enjoy the afternoons there.

"Done!" Gary cheers as he shuts the lid of his laptop after about an hour, springing to his feet and clapping his hands once. "Let's go!"

I chuckle at the childish expression on his face, his eyes shining with excitement while he grabs our hoodies and scarves.

"Where are we going?"

I stand up from the couch where I was lying and put on my sweatshirt that Gary eagerly zips up before he pulls the hood over my head and wraps a scarf around my neck. Grinning, he leans down to peck my lips and begins a long and passionate kiss that makes me weak in the knees.

"A long stroll on the beach!" he says happily before he grabs my hand and heads out.

Gary stops by the garage to get some sort of package that he slings over his shoulder and we then go toward the beach. We only have to cross the street and we reach it a bit further down. He leads me to the left once on the sand and we walk along the beach southeast for a long moment, in silence and holding hands. The weather is rather warm despite the light sea wind.

"Can we see France from here?" I ask as I lose myself in the far horizon.

"No," Gary chuckles. "It's too far from here. But over there, somewhere across the Channel, there's Cherbourg," he says, pointing in the distance before he shifts a bit to the left. "And somewhere over there, there's Calais."

"I think Paris is further south, correct?"

"Yes, definitely further south, there's no chance to see the Eiffel Tower from here," he laughs.

"Hey! Don't make fun of me!" I reply, slapping his arm playfully. "That was just a remark!"

"Ahahaha no, when you say correct? at the end of a sentence, that's a question, so I can make fun of you all I want!" he chants, making me grumble.

I push him to the side and snort, rolling my eyes and he ruffles my hair in return, which I hate.

"Ugh Gary!!! Stop!!"

That only makes him laugh harder and when I try to take my revenge, he scampers off, running ahead of me on the beach. Damn!

I tag him along but he's in a better physical shape than I am – and taller too – so he quickly takes some distance. Sometimes, he lets me catch him up, facing me with a huge grin on his face, but as soon as I am about to reach for his arms, he turns around and picks up speed again. This little game lasts for a good moment until he plops down on the sand, still chuckling.

I eventually reach him and kneel down beside him, breathing heavily and laughing too. He sits up and after a quick peck on my lips, he grabs the package he brought and pulls out something made of nylon I think. Something that pops up and forms some sort of tent with a large opening at the front, that he quickly fixes into the sand with pins. While he does that, I look at our surroundings and notice that we are quite far from where we started. There are no more houses around here, just the sea in front of us, what looks like fields behind us and sand on both sides.

"There, that should shelter us from the wind while we rest for a bit..." Gary says as he lies down on the mat under the tent.

I join him there and lie down on his left side, snuggling against his warm body, with my head resting on his chest. His protective arm wraps around my shoulder and rubs my side.

"The sight is really nice," I murmur. "I love the noise of the waves..."

"Me too. It's so relaxing..." he says and for a long while, we remain silent.

At some point, I wonder if he has fallen asleep, but he suddenly speaks again.

"One day, we'll take the Eurostar train and go to Paris, Baby. It's only a two-hour ride from London. We could spend a weekend there..."

"Really?" I exclaim, propping myself up to look into his eyes.

I like how they shine with happiness whenever I show enthusiasm for anything. This always pushes me to do more.

"Yeah, really! We could go just before Christmas. Paris is nice with all the lights and decoration. Unless you want to go earlier?"

"No, no... whenever you want..."

"Well, anyway, I might have a lot of work during the next two weekends... You know I would need to be in Chicago week of November 9th..." he says warily.

Shit! I had forgotten about that! That means me staying alone, or at least with his parents for a few days until he returns...

Come on, Jer! It's only three or four days. You'll be safe with his parents! And you can't prevent him from doing his work!

Yes, that's probably true. I'm feeling better than a few weeks ago and I don't want to be a burden for him. I need to encourage him to go and show him I will be okay.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be with your parents and everything will be alright! I'm sure I'll have fun with your mother," I reply, pulling a smile on my face.

"You sure?"

It seems like he doesn't really believe me, so I lean over him and begin to kiss his delicious lips, trying to convey some reassurance. Gary quickly relaxes, and our kiss goes on and on. I know I can do this. I will hate being away from him for a few days, but I know I need to move on too, become stronger. I am sometimes scared he might get tired of me, because I'm too slow in my progression, and I don't want that.

Imagine he meets someone while in Chicago? I know he will certainly go and see Aaron... What if they meet at the club and Gary suddenly realizes how much he misses wild sex? Not even wild sex... Just sex...

He said he would be patient, Jeremy! Trust him!!!

Oh, I do trust him, but I also want to move on! We've been stalling at the hand jobs for the past two weeks...

Then try the blowjob! You were almost there two days ago...

Yeah, I know I need to take this next step. He deserves it so much! For crying out loud, he wants to take me to Paris at some point!! And I really want it too, I want to rediscover the taste of his dick inside my mouth...

Jeez, I don't think I have ever felt so much love for anyone before. Not even for him before the tragic events... I want to please him so badly...

I suddenly realize that my left hand which was running all over his chest has gotten really close to his crotch now. I move it further down, only to find out that he is hard as hell, which obviously makes my own cock twitch in my pants. Come on! Time to go! This looks like an isolated place and we are concealed by the beach tent.

Breaking the kiss and staring down at him, I reach for his belt to unbuckle it, and begin to undo the buttons of his jeans. That makes him smirk at me and he even helps me to pull down his briefs, freeing his hard on. As he tries to reach for my hand, certainly to guide it over his member like he always does, I shift to my knees and look at him with determination.

"I want to try again..." I say, witnessing the lust filling his eyes.

"Take your time then, Baby. And stop if it's too much. And... I'll tell you when I'm about to come, so you can pull out if you want..." he says softly, stuttering a bit.

I nod, giving him a confident expression and kneeling between his legs before I lean down and begin to kiss his lower belly. I slowly go down to his groin, then I just trail my lips along his hard shaft, feeling its warmth and the lines of its veins. As I poke the tip of my tongue and let it run all over the length, from the base to the head, I get to lap a bit of precum. Its sweet saltiness reaches my taste buds and I surprise myself wanting more of it, so I use one of my hands to pull up his stick while the other one shyly begins to fondle his balls, and I take the head of his cock inside my mouth. This makes Gary groan deeply and hiss at the same time.

"Look at me, Baby... I want to see your beautiful eyes..." he says huskily, the back of his fingers caressing my cheek.

When I look up, all I see is pride and lust, which encourages me to start bobbing up and down. My tongue swirls around his girth, gently teasing the contours of his mushroom and especially the frenum area, while my lips add a bit of pressure.

Gosh! This feels so good! I mean, the sensations are delicious in my mouth, nothing that can compare to what I endured during my captivity, but witnessing the hunger and thirst on his face is just blissful.

"Easy, Baby... one step at a time..." he reminds me through his panting when I try to take him deeper and gag a bit. "You're doing great, Jer, that's just enough, keep it like that, I'm close..."

I know I will have to get used again to deep-throating later, I'll have to learn again how to relax my throat and accept the sensation of his monster further inside my mouth but for now, I will just do what I can. Galvanized by his words of encouragement and his moans, I pick up speed and tighten my lips around his cock and use my right hand to stroke the base of his shaft at the same time, and the other one to massage his balls.

"I'm going to come, Baby..." Gary warns me but the precum I have been sucking from him has gotten me thirsty for more. "Jer..." he insists.

His balls suddenly tighten, and I feel his juices erupt inside my mouth. There is quite a lot, so some of the substance escapes and runs down my chin, but I still manage to swallow most of it. In any case, I lick him clean with great pleasure, reveling in the pleasure displaying on his face.

"Oh, fuck... it was so good..." he cheers as he pulls me up to lie over him, getting a taste of himself while we kiss but he soon rolls us over. "I want to take care of you now..." he whispers against my lips, while one of his hands gently rubs my crotch.

Fuck!! I'm so painfully hard! Lost in my desire to please him, I had completely discarded my own arousal.

"Please..."

Gary tucks himself back inside his pants and briefly peeks outside of the tent to check we are still alone. This is when I realize that I just blew him in the open air. True, we're concealed by the shelter, but still outside. Damn... I find it quite hot! However, I don't have time to dwell on this as Gary opens my jeans and pulls them down to my shins, together with my boxer briefs. There is a bit of wind that goes into the tent, which brings pleasant sensations to my privates.

Last night, I used his electric razor to trim down my pubes discreetly while he was still working. It's not shaved, but it seems to please him all the same. Gary doesn't waste any time and immediately swallows me whole without much difficulty, causing me to utter a long moan. Damn! His tongue playing with the most sensitive parts of my shaft feels so good, while his hands run along the back of my thighs. They run circles, the right one getting closer to my buttocks, until his thumb begins to run at the crack of my ass, which makes me tense.

"Ugh... Gary..." I whine.

"Shhh Baby... Keep looking at me... I promise it won't go in..." Gary reassures me before he returns to his sucking, his eyes never leaving mine.

Feeling his thumb trailing at my back entrance feels weird. I'm scared it's going to push in and hurt, especially without lube. I can't help thinking about Andrei at that moment, which makes me tense and Gary groan.

"Jer..." he whispers, letting go of my cock and moving up to kiss my jaw. "Relax, Babe... Remember you're supposed to trust me... I love you..."

"Yeah..." I breathe out, willing my heart to calm down.

"Just trust me, Babe..."

With that, Gary returns between my legs and I eventually manage to relax and enjoy his mouth working on my shaft. At some point, he leans up and, looking at me with very lustful eyes, he begins to suck on his thumb, smiling at the same time, throwing me into a strong fever. As soon as his thumb reaches my pucker hole, barely brushing against it with its slick wetness, I almost lose it. The stimulation is delicious and actually brings back nice memories of my prostate being prodded.

Gary barely has time to take me inside his mouth that a striking fire erupts in my balls, which gives me a hard time to suppress the loud moans that want to escape my mouth. My butthole naturally clenches, and I feel all the streams of semen spurt out of my cock. Gary swallows them easily before he moves over me to share another long kiss.

I swear he'll be the death of me with all these powerful sensations!

"I love you so much, Baby..." he whispers as he rolls us to our sides and hugs me tightly.

I don't know what prevents me from saying these words back to him, I just hate that something is still blocking me. It's like a little part of me still believes that I don't deserve all his love and patience, and saying how much I love him would be like officially accepting I'm worthy of this man. Instead, I cling to his waist, fighting emotional tears, but with the wind picking up and getting colder, I soon disentangle from his hold to dress back up.

In any case, it seems like the weather forecast was wrong as heavy clouds have now shown up and begun to pour their droplets over the beach. Gary quickly pulls us to our feet and hurries to fold the tent, saying we'd better go back home before we get drenched. Wishful thinking... By the time we reach the cottage, rain is falling heavily, the wind is blowing crazily, and our clothes are even wetter than if they had just been taken out of the washing machine. So much so that we strip to our boxer briefs in the entrance hall and while Gary goes to start a fire in the fireplace, I rush upstairs to run a warm bath for us.

My man soon joins me in the bathroom and although the tub is a regular one in a rectangle shape, it's large enough for us both to fit in and we just laze beneath the warm water for a long moment, cuddling and kissing. Gary has been trying my self-consciousness a lot over the past few weeks, so it allows me to delight in this proximity despite our nakedness. Wouldn't it be a shame not to enjoy his gorgeous body?

I get to appreciate the beautiful sight of his muscular chest and legs all evening long actually as he only dresses in boxer briefs when the water has become too mild and we get out of the bath. In an attempt to please him, I decide to also stay in my underwear, which is just fine since the fire has nicely heated up the ground floor.

Gary has decided to go all romantic and while I cook our meal in the kitchen, he unfolds the sofa in front of the fireplace and lights several candles that he safely scatters everywhere in the living room, providing a relaxing subdued light in the room. We enjoy dinner on the convertible bed, talking about harmless subjects such as reminiscences of his childhood or the next LEGO replicas I would like to build in the coming weeks.

"Baby," Gary says in an almost-wary tone at some point. "I was wondering... I mean... I really don't like the wallpaper in our living room in Kensington and..." he trails off, and a little thrill of excitement courses through me as I begin to see where he's headed. "I was wondering... How difficult would it be for you to redecorate a few rooms of our home? Is this something you could do on your own or would it be better to call a renovation company to do the works?"

This is so Gary... I know what he's doing here and my heart swells in my chest with love as I realize the purpose of his question. His goal is definitely not to use my professional skills to save money on works, but to push me a bit further again on my healing path, and I hate myself for not thinking about this earlier. Making me work in the house would not only keep me busier than I am, but it would also be the first tiny baby step toward resuming a professional activity at some point, even if I know deep down that I am obviously far from reaching the top of the career ladder.

"I can do this!" I reply with an eagerness that makes him smile. "I don't like the decoration either and I could easily do this on my own. I'd need a steam stripper to remove the wallpaper... and coating to erase all the imperfections... I could also use non-woven paper... and then paint the walls... What about a hyper blue? Or perhaps charcoal...? No, that would be too dark... A light gray would be great..."

"Cool!" Gary exclaims, chuckling. "I love gray too, and as long as it remains very light, it shouldn't darken the room. I'm glad you like the idea, Baby..." he then adds, leaning over to peck my lips.

We continue discussing the renovation of our Kensington living room while clearing up our dinner and once Gary has added two more logs in the fireplace, we cuddle in bed, just watching the flames dance in front of us. Even from a distance, I can feel their heat on my skin, but what I love the most is the game of shadows and lights they play on Gary's body. All these nice muscles revive my arousal and I wonder how much further I could go in my progression.

I soon find myself straddling his hips and bent over to kiss him, his firm hands caressing my sides and our crotches rubbing against one another. I loved the sensation of his thumb against my entrance earlier, but would I be able to handle his manhood there already? My hole clenches firmly when I shift a little forward and get to feel his hard-on at the crack of my ass, causing me to tense right away.

"Jer, Baby... Let's not go too fast..." Gary whispers before he flips us over and begins to shower my face with soft kisses. "You're not ready for this much, let's take the time to consolidate each step before we take another one..."

"I wish we could make love..." I sigh with remorse.

"We will. In a few days or weeks or months... when you're ready..."

"Why does it have to be so long...?" I complain with frustration.

"That's just what it is, and each step is necessary," he replies, staring at me with intensity.

"Aren't you getting tired of me...?"

"How can you still ask such questions, Baby? I'll never tire of you, get that into your thick skull..." he says firmly, but weirdly enough, his facial features suddenly soften with a certain shyness – almost embarrassment.

"What is it?" I ask with concern.

"Promise you won't make fun of me..." he whispers, and once I have nodded, I watch him rush to his coat and retrieve a folded paper from his wallet, before he returns to me and sits beside me. "This..." he says, handing me the piece of paper, "is something I wrote a few weeks ago... I've never been good at writing, but... that's just what I felt... and I needed to put it into words..."

I can't tell if the flames are the only source of the red shade covering his cheeks, but his meek expression and the way he stutters are just too adorable and tears are already pooling in my eyes as I unfold the paper in my hands.

BABY STEPS

You may think you are broken,

You may think you are worthless,

But Querido, you actually deserve the world, the moon and all the things that I can give you.

And last I heard, broken crayons still color beautifully.

You may think you are useless,

You may think you are impure,

But Darling, last I saw you, you were not an object to be used.

And you are and will always be purer than holy water itself.

I know it's hard,

I know it's painful,

But Love, you are not alone.

If it's hard, we'll break through it,

If it's painful, we'll bare through it.

Together, we'll mend you back up.

I've known the old you,

I've seen the new you,

And I know that there is difference of land and sky between them,

But we will get there.

We'll get your old self back.

It doesn't matter if we have to run, walk or have to crawl.

It doesn't matter if it takes minutes, hours, days or even years.

We will get there,

Baby steps, Darling, Baby steps.

How could I ever make fun of him? This is just beautiful... I don't know a thing about poetry, but these words are clear enough to show me how deep his love for me is and I only wish I had the strength to prove him how grateful I am. He is right, though. I'm not ready for the next step yet, but I know I soon will, because I trust him endlessly.

Published on 3 April 2018

Apologies for the long wait, but if you saw the note on my wall, you know I had a crazy busy weekend... But anyway, here's another chapter that I hope you enjoyed. All credits for Gary's poem go to @KhushiDwivedi8, who wrote this a few weeks ago at the beginning of Jeremy's healing, and I found it so nice that I thought I should add it in the book with her permission :)

The next chapter will take us back to Chicago where Gary will attend meetings, but not only. There might be dinner with Aaron as well... ;) And since we're after the end of TM in the timeline, you shall expect a few teasers since I can't avoid them.

Have a lovely week and see you soon – hopefully before the end of the week.