she goes to apologize the day after, deeply remorseful, she wants to make things better but says its okay if I just want to be done with her. She's halfway through her apology before she notices the look on my face, eyebrows turned upwards, biting my cheek. Puppy eyes. Suddenly her mood goes from shameful to bewildered, then to understanding. Then, against her strongest will, back to that same opportunistic, self-assured lust that she felt last night.
She really does feel bad about it, but now that she feels she can get away with it... Well, yknow, things are different.