He keeps watching your every movement, from the way you pull the blanket over your body to how you brush away your hair from your face. He knows that it wasn't real. Your thighs aren't trembling and your chest isn't heaving as usual. Most of the time you don't even have the strength to move your limbs. Where is that cheeky smile, those sparkling eyes, those soft whimpers? He can't believe that you would lie to him like that.