Cain had reveled in the act, and would always remember her sounds and the feeling of unison of their first time together. When he was spent, he assumed she was too, and stroked her hair almost as though he was still asking for forgiveness. His poor fragile Haley. He must remember to be gentler. These kind of things were easier for boys. He didn't know he was completely delusional. NOt that Haley had contributed to him knowing the truth.<br/><br/>He kissed her deeply, and eventually awkwardly took care of the condom and himself, smiling radiantly when he came back. More than before, he spoiled her, having her sit while he did most of the baking. The strawberries looked nothing like the caricature she'd worn on her intimate article the day she'd met with Keida's cunning, but, like fate wanted to remind her, Cain had painted something similar with frosting ontop of the baked goods.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Keida had made sure not to slow down on his beloved hedonistic ventures. It was easier now, since most girls didn't really want to walk home. Yukina, from Haley's class had always been more outgoing than most in her year, and he'd encountered her once, carrying bags from the store to her home. She'd not declined a ride with his borrowed car, which was basically his since mom and dad was never home. Yukina had probably not planned what happened, given she'd been on about a boy the whole way, but she hadn't hated it when he kissed her and later made her sigh his name. He'd mostly done it to see if it might come back to Haley, somehow.<br/><br/>He was assuming it was someone like Yukina, or some other casual contact when he rushed down the stairs to open the door. He'd taken to locking it now, considering the traffic at his threshold was becoming increasingly delinquent. He didn't mind bad company, but preferred his family goods remain in the house. Still, he'd been in no hurry coming down, shirt hanging off his shoulder until the last stretch of the hall. Lately he'd experienced a growth spurt, and his emaciating lifestyle had further lifted his muscles form his skin. Still something of a dark counterpart, the attractive lines in him had been enhanced since last time he'd met a certain innocent girl.<br/><br/>His hair was as perfectly messy as always, and his eyes were set in darker surroundings, which stressed that he'd lived and played a little harder since last time they'd been knotted together. His skin was a nightly as before, with its flawless pale boasting the contours of his skeletal beauty. His lips were as inflamed as any lusty demon's, and he'd only gotten one arm through one sleeve of the destroyed, knitted sweater he was trying to put on when he opened.<br/><br/>"Woa. If isn't that girl I used to know, that kinda used me for my body and dumped me." he said, giving up on putting the shirt on property all together, most of his body visible over the usual well worn dark jeans. "You look... like a kept woman. How's the hubby?"