I would have banged the door of the shower cubicle if it was not made of glass so I could only clench my fist. I was reluctant to accept defeat so I chose to find some other way.
I did not speak to him since I hoped he will get tired of my silence and tell me what I wanted to know but he was better at doing that as he was completely expressionless like when we lived together in his world.
I never claimed I was good at playing such games but I have to say he was better at such games than I have ever imagined myself to be. I moved away from him when he wanted to hold me in his embrace when we slept.
He allowed me to do as I wished and the following morning during breakfast, I knew I could not continue that way I have to accept defeat since the man I was playing it with, has won in such a game in his world and I was better I give up than lose miserably.
