The Remedy to His Madness: A Waynesville Love Story

He’d called his son in the past, always getting the voicemail because Erys didn’t have the heart to block him. And while Remedy didn’t have any good qualities of Erys to direct him to nor did she care to redirect him to other feelings, she knew calming him down would make for a better day. Come on.” Erys continued to kiss and nibble on her lips, neck, and collar bone while pushing into her inch by inch. She remembered her grandmother’s stories of failed loves, past lovers and how she could love a man she knew she would never have as her own.