Keida was good at fanning the flames inside her; he seemed to have a talent for making her always want more. Haley closed her eyes as his hips slammed into her and as the familiar coil of pleasure began sinking its tendrils into her. Being with Keida was fire and poison, a hot sensation of all things wrong yet delicious. She couldn't deny the pleasure, but she was too wrapped up in her own guilt and self-hate to find her own release. Instead, Haley continued to lie limp as Keida found his end inside her and as the warmth of his spill coated her insides. He dislodged himself and did something he'd never done before, Keida held her as if they were lovers.<br/><br/>Haley closed her eyes but her body craved the affection. It reminded her of Cain and how he gave the best hugs. He was her sweetheart and she'd betrayed him. More guilt piled onto her as she tried to block out Keida's words. Cain was still waiting at the cafe and she'd promised to meet him there. "He'll be waiting for me." She whispered as Keida held her tight. They fit together like Russian dolls, their pieces sliding effortlessly into place. Keida was warm and strong and she was tired.  "I should go." The words died when he told her Cain would know. Haley didn't trust Keida, but she knew he spoke the truth. If she went to Cain now, he'd smell the sweat and sex off her skin. Her boyfriend might have been forgiving and kind, but he would have known what those sounds were - he would have known and that was that truth.<br/><br/>She had ruined everything. Too tired to leave, she allowed Keida to stroke her stomach and ignored her phone. "As long as you spare his feelings." It was the only requirement. "He's a good person Keida." Good unlike us. "I don't want him to know." That was the last she spoke of Cain before merely choosing to remain in Keida's arms.