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Shall We Order Anything?

A shower. A couple. You know the result, don't you? Just in case you need to hear it from me, I'll tell you: Rick and I did it again.

I don't think I've ever experienced this with anyone before. I try to remember, and neither with Gareth nor with any other partners have I felt so aroused or desired to the point of wanting to fuck so many times in such a short period. It seems that Rick feels the same way. I see him exhausted but satisfied.

Everything with him is so intense that I feel like I've never loved or been loved this way before. I'm no longer a teenager, I'm approaching my thirties rapidly, and my head is asking for maturity. I could say that I don't let myself get carried away by quick feelings or emotions. However, ours has been almost instantaneous. It has taken a few hours of slow cooking in which we have been getting to know each other and realizing that we are the two pieces of a puzzle that fit together without the need for force.

One change that expresses the impact his presence is having on my life is that I don't feel ashamed when he sees me naked. With the bastard Gareth—missed me insulting him, didn't you?—I wanted to have sex with the lights off. I knew I didn't satisfy him physically, and it made it very difficult for me to concentrate or enjoy with him.

This is a work in progress. I don't feel as uncomfortable in front of a mirror anymore. There is still a long way to go. Today I feel good, and tomorrow I might have a low moment and not be able to take off even a sock...

I realize that I'm digressing about how my bad days can be with Rick by my side. I already said it: we're going to be together for so long that he will be able to see me at my worst. It's strange that I'm so sure that even on those days, Rick will still be Rick. He won't force me into anything I don't want. He will respect me. Being aware of something like this gives me a level of trust with a man that I never thought I could have after Gareth.

Do you know that he hasn't posted any of the photos we took together in the Azores? I don't think he will, even now that we have declared ourselves a couple. In fact, there were very few photos of Rocio, and practically none of Erin. I had to go back to his early posts to find something personal. He likes to separate his professional from his personal life. I think maybe he will post something when enough time has passed since his breakup with his ex... His ex!

Oh, God! I feel a vertigo as I recognize that just over two days ago, we didn't know each other, and look at us now! It's so crazy! I don't know if I would call it reckless—some might see it that way. This is what true love makes you feel.

"Well, I think dinner is completely out of the question," Rick comments as we lie on the bed again, this time in our underwear.

"We can order something from room service. And then we'll see what we do for the rest of the night. Because we're not going to sleep, right?" It's not a sexual proposition, far from it. We have only a few hours left together until we see each other again, and I'm not going to waste them sleeping. He will do that during the return trip to Spain, and I will do it on my way back to New York and for the remaining hours of the day. I cleared my schedule thinking about this eventuality. "There's a magical place I want to show you."

"Can I know? Or will it be a surprise?"

"Surprise. We must maintain the intrigue until the final climax."

"You would make a good writer."

"Well, I'm already a producer, and I'm considering directing in the future."

"Respect, sis! I would love to see you in any of those roles."

"Enough about me!" I interject. "Now it's time for me to take on the role of Mina and begin my interrogation."