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“Let’s do it.”

So, one week turns into two.

And two?

Turns into three.

Nearly a month after we arrived in Ireland, Sal and I are sitting in the last ultra-luxury palace hotel we haven’t stayed in. It’s just a game now. Stay in as many hotels as possible, visit all the castles.

Have sex.

Cuddle in each other’s arms.

Then wake up and do it all again.

It’s sort of like the best version of Groundhog Day.

Definitely not a version that I hate, for sure.

I lean back, having consumed way too many cookies with my tea. “I love it here.”

“Which one was your favorite?”

I frown. There’s been so many good options to choose from. “I don’t know. Maybe that little one right on the coast?”

“It’s yours,” he whispers.

I blink. “What?”

“I bought it for you.”

“Sal…”

He shrugs. “It would really fuck the Irish up to know that I own some castles, right?”

“Some?”

He smiles at me.

My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Sal is… he’s perfect. These past two weeks, with just the two of us, the rest of the world not existing?

It’s perfect.

I don’t let myself believe that this could be real. The amount of sex alone should have killed me a while ago.

But it didn’t.

We haven’t had anything close to the really tender moment on the boat. Sal has been introducing me, increment by increment, into more and more of the type of sex he enjoys.

I’m not even nervous to say it anymore.

I’m into some kinky stuff.

At this point, it’s not even ‘the sex that Sal likes.”

I love it.

Maybe I just love it with him but… the fact that we’ve been consistently exploring more feels fantastic.