The days passed almost without notice, one slipping into another with no real forethought. Daily routines began to fill my days, making one indistinguishable from the next. Growing accustomed to Clay’s pampering I became lazy, my responsibilities minimal.
The deadline for my project at work was looming, but I found it difficult to find the motivation to work when I could spend my free time laying by the pool or walking on the beach. At the house there was an extensive library and I discovered I was a voracious reader, finishing several books a week.
Once so energetic, I started sleeping late often not getting up before noon. Clay was an early riser and would slip out of bed silently each morning, leaving me to sleep as long as I wanted. Most days he would complete all he had to do before I woke up, freeing the afternoons to spend time together.
Occasionally we would go out to eat, or go to a festival or movie; but he typically preferred to stay at home. With a house as beautiful as his I couldn’t blame him. There was little need to go anywhere most of the time.
When we did go out we were always home early, opting to spend long evenings alone together, He was the most physically affectionate man I had been with, and we made love every day, sometimes several times a day. He was passionate and sincerely enjoyed satisfying me in a way I had never experienced.
Over time our feelings for each other grew, his love evident in his tenderness and adoration. His near-constant attention proved his devotion. At one point I contracted a virus that hit me pretty hard. Some days simply getting out of bed at all became a struggle and so Clay would bring me anything I needed.
Time and time again I marveled at the fact that this amazing man wanted to be with me. Who would have thought I’d end up the girlfriend of a loving, kind, successful man living on the beach?
Life couldn’t get any better than this.
This post is in response to the daily writing prompt Energetic and is part of something longer I am working on.
This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after What Happens When I Try to Go on Vacation without Him?