We did a few rounds until both our stomachs started to grumble. There are more activities outside too, and every sudden noise makes me jump in fright. Still, I want to stay in Calais' embrace even if I should not feel like this.
Maybe he is right. I am a wanton woman, and that's why I enjoy making love with a man who doesn't feel the same way toward me. Most especially if that same man called me a whore because I am too sensitive to his touch.
"Calais…" I whisper. "I need to leave."
Instead, he buries his face in my hair, and his grip on my body tightens. "I still don't understand why you won't escape with me," he says. "We are perfect for each other."
I close my eyes and press my forehead against his chest. Seriously, how can he act so tender like this, when we both know that this relationship is one-sided? I take another deep breath and abruptly move away from his embrace.
