These have been the best and worst three days of my life, if that makes any sense. Worst because every minute was consumed by agonising pain and best because I’ve never felt so safe and content. I spent three full days in the arms of a man who I thought didn’t want me. He rushed to my side, and not for s*x, but simply to look after me. He even did something I never expected and asked to share my pain. I didn’t think I could, but when I tried I could feel my tether to his soul, from there I was able to share my pain. I felt guilty; I didn’t want to hurt him, but he refused to let me pull back. The gesture was so touching it brought me to tears.
There’s a lot about Marcus I didn’t know, which doesn’t surprise me. I would never have thought of him as the romantic gentleman type, but here we
