Cecilia pov
I feel the dampness on my neck.
I can feel the weight of Karl pressing against my body, and I sigh with my eyes closed. It's as if this kind of state should be mine.
So, I reach out and try to push him, saying, "Karl, you're heavy."
He doesn't move.
I pout and say, "Don't wipe your snot on me."
Karl slightly bows his neck, burying his face deeper, and stays quiet for a few seconds.
Then, he rubs against my shoulder with force. Just as I was about to push him away, he sits up, turns his back, slumps his shoulders, and silently pulls on his condom.
I touch my neck, it's wet.
I unroll my shirt and glance at Karl for a moment before getting off the bed.
My hand is grabbed.
"Where are you going?" His nasal voice is obvious.
I turn my head to look at his face, but it's in shadow and hard to see clearly.
I break free from his grasp and say, "I'm going to wash up."
