The Texts & The Hesitance
Tim groaned, glaring straight ahead as he began his jog along the shore. He was trying to sweat out the nerves that threatened to worry him as he had the mind to check on his phone the moment he woke up.
Last night have been another joyful night he get to sleep in Darren's arms and wake up on his arms as well. The hugs, good night kisses and the sweet gazes they shared to one another, they were all too good to be true.
He loves every second, every minute he get to spend his time with him. He's enjoying their time with each other and the fact that they get to be within arms' reach anytime with no disturbance felt like a blissful dream.
This reality he's hugging with Darren right now is amazing. It was fucking good. The best days he's having since he was forcibly back in his home country. Was it even worthy to be called a home?
