Married - and it feels...heavenly!

Mood: Whooooooosh!
Weather: mostly clear, 42°F (here at Point Pleasant)
Listening to: James

I'm all smiles.
This happiness is a thing which cannot be described.

We arrived here at noon and we occupy the same cottage we rented some weeks ago. (The one with a certain bath-tub...)
As James told me he wanted to write about our evening (and I hope not our wedding night), I content myself with writing about today. (Well...maybe I'll write about our dinner and so on nevertheless.)

So far, we didn't tell anyone about our marriage. Only those who read our blogs know (and I'm sure our parents don't even know what a blog is) and of course Eric and Sam. Those two are awfully nice and we had a more than pleasant evening.
Eric invited us for dinner and as we wanted to pay the beverages, Samuel did so.

After we arrived here, we first arranged and had an hour or so of...snuggling. And I'm sure I remembered a whole lot of snuggling we had here and just didn't remember properly 'cause we've been drunk. (Correct me, James, if that isn't true.)
I ran the risk of drowning in Jim's eyes and we decided to get up and have a stroll on the beach.

It's a bit difficult to limp along the sands and after a while I sat down on a stump watching the sea.
James sat down beside me and looked at the waves. I gave him a side glance and was overwhelmed once more. He looks so good! He's handsome! He's beautiful! The wind blew through his hair and he just looked awesome.
He closed his eyes a few seconds and sighed. Still watching the sea he began: "I remember sitting here before..."
I turned my head. "Do you?" Of course I had a slight idea what he was thinking of, but I hid it behind a smirk.
He nodded and turned to me with a smile so tender it made my heart melt. "I listened to Daphne descends for hours at the cottage while you were asleep. And they kept telling me You love him, you love him and I knew they were right. GOD, I was longing to tell you at long last and was frightened to death. It made me sick and I had to go outside. I just had to leave you lying there fast asleep. Otherwise I would have covered you with kisses and undressed you no matter what you might have said..."
I swallowed and he brushed his forehead. "I was so scared. Scared of myself, scared to be rejected and scared of the future. I knew by then I wouldn't have the strength to endure that for much longer... So I went to the beach....and sat down here. Here where you finally found me..."
I looked at my shoes and drew spirals in the sand. "You cried", I said quietly. "And I was concerned about you....with no clue what was ailing you..."
At the same time we took each other's hand.
"That damn thunder", James continued. "It spoilt everything. I told you."
"You told me?"
James nodded and squeezed my hand. "I said 'Greg, I love you' and the thunder swallowed the last word...."
I drew him closer and kissed the corner of his mouth. We both closed our eyes and remained in that postition for some seconds. Then James held me close and kissed me with passion.

"Nooooo!", someone exclaimed. "Not these two again!"
We turned our heads and saw the married couple we met here last time...when we were lying in the sands because I stumbled over a piece of wood or something.
The woman waved and smiled and we both nodded with a wide grin.
I giggled. "At least he's right now...we're really getting down to the nitty-gritty now..."
James nudged my side and we walked back to our cottage.
Suddenly James hissed "It rubs the lotion on its skin!" and we both bursted into laughter. Poor Cameron. She was scared to death at that time.

In the meantime we both felt like lunch. We ended up at Europa South Restaurant, 521 Arnold Avenue. It advertised Portuguese, Spanish and sea Food and our stomachs told us to go there. They had nice wines!
Here it's me training my "Jiiim, hug meeeee"-look: