Keida's commands made her already cold features grow colder. She didn't love him, and he didn't love her, but here they were - together - exploring one another like lovers. Her thoughts drifted to Cain and how she'd blatantly lied to her face. This was anything but research. As the guilt started creeping in, Haley found it within herself, to shut her lips and ignore Keida's specific requests. The eager limb continued to seek out an entrance she would no longer grant.<br/><br/>Cain trusted her and she'd lied. She loved him, and yet she was here.<br/><br/>She just wanted this to be over with so she could go home and wash the remnants of their intimacies off her skin. She hadn't wanted what had happened on the couch, her body had responded to Keida's touch, but she hadn't wanted it. Haley told that to herself over and over as if to convince herself it was true. That had been on Keida, hadn't it? Everything they were doing now disgusted her, but her body still responded all the same.<br/><br/>Slowly, Haley picked herself off the floor and made her way to the couch. It was the softest of the options, even if choosing it reminded her what they'd done while Cain stood merely five feet away and unaware of it all. She knew Keida was upset, the same way she was upset with him too, but if they were going to this, she might as well enjoy it this time. The ache between her thighs needed to be relieved. "Let's just get this over with Keida. I have an essay to write."<br/><br/>She wouldn't be coming here tomorrow.