Gallith inspired short story. Stupidly romantic. The Head On The Door era. 18+ Simons POV: "We kept there. We kept there for a long time, just perfectly, before I tickled his neck with peppering kisses, my eyes on the sea behind us. A sparkle or a glint of some sort, struck down from the full moon onto the innocent peak of a wave; it sparked that same idea out of me as I felt parts of myself prick up at the thought". In an escape to Roberts familiar place at the coast, Simon is left unaware to the adventures he has in store. He's pulled along a journey through quaint stores and greenery, in a hold he feels quite vulnerable to regarding Roberts knowing and lack of his own. But the hold becomes quite different, on the opposite end, on that darkened sand, the moment they let the night take them.