And I am, Sierra. I know I will sound like the biggest idiot you can imagine, but I wasn't actually trying to break things off with you. I was so abso...bed in my own stupid feelings that I didn't realise what that would look like to you, what not trusting you would do to you. And now, all I can do is be here and hope that I can somehow, eventually, undo what I did."I turned away, speaking softly over my shoulder. "I'm not sure that's possible."I saw him nod in my peripheral vision. "I'll be. I become nervous; I find it hard to focus on my work and I notice that I’m not the only one. I am about to lose patience when Marc, a collaborator of Antoine who is absent of the working session, I don't know why, enters the room to pick up his stuff. Marc quickly understands that the situation is becoming tense and invites Murielle to take a walk outside. I see them leaving the room with a great relief.An hour and a half later, a break is proposed. I'm surprised not seeing Murielle that should. She made sure I had every evening occupied. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights I would have dinner at Paul and Melody’s house. Tuesday and Thursday, I’d be at her sister, Trish’s home with her husband Sean. Saturday, my parents were to keep me occupied. And, of course, Beth would call every night.Monday, the first day of her trip, my phone rang just as I got home from Melody and Paul’s.“Sweetie, you miss me?”“This is only day one and I’m a mess, Baby. I need more pillows tonight to hug, but. The rippling muscles of his legs against the soft skin of her inner thigh and his warm skin pressing between the folds of her pussy. His hands move upon her breasts, his fingers grasping each nipple, rolling them as she squirms beneath him. Both jump when the books fall from the sofa to the floor; Sadhana and Kathir look at one another, fear in their eyes, then they break into laughter. A moment of respite, then he stands up before her, and she watches as he slips out of his shirt. His stomach.