Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set by J. S. Luxor Page A

cab driver took us up this hill and then apparently I started speaking gibberish to him and being “a brat” said Scott…so he left us up there. No worries, though, I found a random to take us back down. Then, I ate a muffin and called it a night.
     
    Today we went sightseeing. Gaudi is an architect who designed the most amazing buildings in Barcelona and we had the pleasure of visiting a few, including the still incomplete and beautiful Holy Family Cathedral. I then spent the rest of the day resting at the beach. Now we are off to a Spanish  dinner. Toodles.
     
    Again, I feel unsettled as I complete reading Megan’s blog. There’s something disturbing about her attitude that comes across in the language and habits she embraces. She’s flippant in her blog and so unlike the Megan I know. Perhaps she was reveling in the party girl mode. I let it go, as there’s been too much drama today. Maybe I should think of her travels the way a parent thinks about their rebellious teenage daughter.
     
    We sleep in my bed, spooning, but don’t make love. It’s so comforting and peaceful to hold Megan in my arms all night. My dream state feels deep and restful. There’s nothing better than kissing her head and hair before we both nod off. She’s like a small, needy child and I enjoy protecting her from the demons that haunt her psyche.
     

Chapter Seven – Healing
     
    MATT
     
    When I wake up in the morning I’ve come to terms with Megan’s party girl behavior in Europe. I repeat Stone’s words about her return to me like a mantra. She needed a basis for comparison and once she saw the other side, decided that I was a great choice. I’m going to give her blog a rest and just enjoy Megan’s company for the time being. My heart feels peaceful and I want to enjoy the feeling for a while. I update Stone about our status. He’s encouraged by my attitude.
     
    My brother Roger and his girl, Julia ask Megan and me to meet them at a local restaurant for a date the evening after our blog “event”. Roger seems mystified about Megan’s return and my attitude about it but Julia welcomes her back with open arms. They have no idea how desperately I love and need Megan.
     
    There’s a lot of updating about jobs, events and people over dinner. Megan tells everyone more about the areas she visited in Europe. She entertains us with interesting anecdotes about the people and cultures. Roger seems fascinated with the Oktoberfest that Megan attended in Munich.
     
    He even tries to organize a trip to the area. “Why don’t the four of us take a trek to Germany this fall?”
     
    Since Megan and I haven’t decided about our future together as a couple, we’re both reluctant to commit. “It’s an interesting idea, Roger. Let’s think about it a little more,” I add while looking at Megan for confirmation. She nods to indicate that we’re both on the same page with the wait and see bit.
     
    “Don’t wait too long, bro…the offer expires in thirty days,” he jokes while smacking me on the shoulder. “The airfares for October look very reasonable, kids.”
     
    “Let’s not rush things, Rog. We’re interested but not ready to make long term plans.”
     
    As the evening wears on and the drinks flow, I find myself touching Megan frequently. At first, my right hand finds the top of her left thigh. Soon, I’ve got my arm around her waist, then her shoulders. She’s kissing me softly on occasion and appears receptive to my touch. My cock’s twitching with desire.
     
    Roger tells off-color jokes and stories about our childhood. Megan’s energetic and happy.
     
    We’re having a wonderful time and soon I’m dreaming of making love to Megan this evening. I know that move violates one of my conditions. However, she did share her blog with me. That deserves some sort of reward. I know I’m rationalizing but I’m a fool for love. She wouldn’t object, I imagine. Our sex life’s always been incredible.
     
    I’m