"You smell like another woman," Anna whispered, smelling his neck. "Tell me, was it fun? Did you enjoy her lips, or was her touch more enticing?"
Before Jack could say anything, Anna undid her robe. The robe fell off her shoulder, revealing the black lace bra she wore. Her breathing grew rapid as she averted her gaze.
The cold and aloof woman was long gone as she nervously fiddled with Jack's belt with trembling fingers.
"I know I told you that you're free to do what you want," she said, quivering. "But… I can't tolerate it! If you're that hungry for someone, then let me be the one to satisfy you. No one else!"
Just as she was about to take the belt off, Jack grabbed her hands. Anna didn't look at him. Her gaze was fixed on his hands as tears welled up in her eyes. She refused to cry, but the tears were there.
"…you hate me, don't you?" she whispered, as a tear slipped down her cheek.
