Our relationship got even better once sex came into the equation, though it did take some weeks before we got into it. And it happened after one night out we had together, though a part of me wouldn't have thought that sex would even be on the table. Now, we'd been together for over a month by then, and that night while we were out, we ended up just talking at this club we were at. We had what turned out to be a pretty serious talk, though it did not begin that way. I might've been feeling a bit down, or whatever, and she asked what was the matter. I knew she loved me, that was never in question, and I knew I loved her. But of course when there's still no intimacty between us, one starts to feel doubts. Not about how we felt for each other no, but rather if she even liked me in that physical sense. She reassured me that she did, that she was dying to. And I wouldn't have to wait much more - that very night, when we got home, we finally began our sex life together. And it was pretty darn good. Those first few times were really, really great! But man oh man, let me tell you. Soon after our first time things got pushed not to another level, but to a number of different levels, and the sex we had was some of the best I'd ever had... some of the best I've ever had, if I'm honest. That amplified that addictive quality we were experiencing - if we couldn't keep off each other then, it became increasingly more difficult after.
It was something that mostly happened over at my house, but every now and again when we really wanted to get wild, we'd go rent a room for a couple of hours, and just screw our brains out. Man, especially during those times when we went to the motel, our sex was amazing. And really, I thought I had it all : someone whom I loved and who loved me back, a great sex life, we had a semblance of a family going on, and the only thing in my life where I really didn't feel happy was my job. I hated what I did for a living, and it was doing a number on my mental health. I never did search for another job, though, and sometimes I wonder how different things would have turned out if I had looked for a different job.
I could see me and Sofia spending the rest of our days together, and one day while we were lying in bed, in post-coital bliss, I asked her if she wanted to marry me. She said 'yes' at once - and though I now cringe at the thought of this, we even changed our Facebook relationship status to 'engaged to'. Things were, indeed, looking to be on the up and up, and by the end of the year we were growing stronger together. I looked forward to 2013 - so many wondrous things would happen then.
Spoiler : none of them did.
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