I thought we would continue our delayed lovemaking session by making out as an opener while we watched "Hello, Strangers!" a movie we randomly picked once Hannah came back from my kitchen after washing the dishes.
But this?
She even dared to use my hand as a pillow while she hugged me like I was a bolster in her bedroom, even though it hadn't even been an hour since we watched a movie that I didn't even know the plot of until we played it.
With a deep sigh, I rested my hand that wasn't Hannah's target on the back of the couch we were sitting on, staring boredly at the still-on TV in front of me.
"But John, we're not here to have fun! You know that, right?"
"Well, yeah, I do know. We both are strangers who want to forget our past by having a fake relationship. It's just… I can't bear being near you anymore."
"And why can't you bear with me anymore?"
