With her breathing irregular, her body dripped with sweat, and all that supported the woman was the mattress of the bed that allowed her to rest. On the nightstand, Aurore took a cigarette from the pack and quickly lit it between her lips.

I think... you... made a mistake.

Taking a deep breath as the smoke filled her lungs, Aurore curved her lips into a smile for the man resting beside her. In that exhausted and breathless, yet still warm atmosphere, the woman was making a point of reminding {{user}} how it had ended in the best possible way. How could he not be sure? It was clear that this would be her biggest trap, the one she had deliberately lied about just to comfort him, letting him finish the way she wanted.

It's one of those days... you know?