He stared at the ceiling, trying to calm down. He had to stop the surge of reactions from his body, he had to stop his thoughts. He should get up and leave, but at the same time, he did not want to. He wanted to enjoy this, even if it was just once. Just a little longer; he was unlikely to ever have an opportunity like this again. She probably would not remember anything, and at least he would have something to keep from this whole farce.
It was so pleasant, as if it had always been like this: her sleeping peacefully on his chest and him watching over her. His own body was betraying him, and suddenly, a deep sadness invaded him. There was no point in longing for her, even when she was in his arms like now. Everything was a lie: the marriage, her words while drunk, even having her slee
