Gerald sat up, and Sylvia too followed his suit. She waited to hear his response.
"I am going home." He declared abruptly.
He never liked these sentimental topics, and the one of marriage was forbidden for him. And Sylvia just touched on that sour subject.
"Gerald, please!" She tried, but he stood up and began wearing his clothes. When he stood up to wear his pants, Sylvia too stood up, holding the sheets securely around her with one hand and with the other she tried to stop him.
"Let me go, Sylvia." His voice was composed, but she didn't miss the underlying anger.
"But why? What happened that you are leaving so abruptly? I didn't say anything wrong. Why are you so afraid of getting married and I was certainly not suggesting to marry me." She felt the need to explain the last part if that was what had angered him.
Closing the buckle of his pants, he looked up at her.
"We will talk later."
"No! We are talking now!"
