Sorry for the lack of updates. Struggled to write for a bit but then seem to have turned a corner with parts after this so should be more updates now! This chapter is just a quick chapter I just wrote - not great but its an update just so I could update it! Promise the rest will be better. T_R_R :) xx

Gordon

A few weeks had passed and we seemed to be getting our marriage back on track. Where Jill would be late home she had been home early every night, spending the evening with the children and I, and after the children had been put to bed we were slowly ironing out our problems. Each night as the days progressed we seemed to be heading in the right direction.
We had had a bottle of wine this very night as we had been discussing us. Aswe sat on the sofa, my arm was draped around her shoulder.
"I'm going to head off to bed, I'm shattered." She informed me. "I'll see you upstairs."
The sign I presumed. I reached forward and kissed her lips.
When I pulled back to look at her again, I noticed something had changed – for the last couple of weeks she'd not looked at me in this way, understandably; that deep desire that I loved had been absent recently because of my own stupidity. But now it was back and as intense as ever I presumed. She smiled at me and went upstairs, leaving me to follow on when I was ready.
Ten minutes later I got in to bed beside her. We hadn't slept together in well over a month, but now the time seemed right, however when I kissed her neck she surprised me.
"I'm not ready." She told me with a slight coldness to her tone, as she pulled the duvet closer to her. "Goodnight Gordon."
I turned over, respecting her wishes. She would know when the time was right. I had to be patient.

Jill

A few weeks in to the new routine we I would say we were acting amicable, closer than we had been in recent weeks by sharing a bed but not so close we were actually sleeping together. Neither of us had broached the subject, and thankfully I was glad Gordon hadn't mentioned it. We were still piecing together everything that had been affected.
on this very night I told him I was going to bed. He had mistaken my meaning, literally believing tonight would be the night, because when he got in to bed beside me and kissed my neck he was undoubtedly expecting me to roll in to his arms.
"I'm not ready." I told him, before pulling the duvet closer to me causing him to instantly stop kissing me. "Goodnight Gordon."
I felt a sense of relief when he turned over, respecting my wishes. I would know when the time was right, and it wasn't just yet.