I started to dress, my movements slow and deliberate, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. I had nothing to say to him, because we were nothing.

It may have been foolish, but I am only human, and if I regret my decision, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I know that regret always comes last, and no one regrets at the beginning, only in the end.

"Let's go," I said, my voice emotionless, my words a statement of fact. I heard his deep sigh, a sound of resignation, a recognition of the reality of the situation.

"I'll just stay in the cottage for...