42 - Felicity

"I don't understand why you seem upset," Shawn says. "If you don't like the watch — "

"I don't like the sex," I cut him off. "I mean, I don't want us to have sex anymore."

His eyebrows arch. I stand up.

"Tonight was the last time," I tell him with a voice that I try to keep from quivering. "When we get back to Chicago, I'll just be your assistant. And your friend. We'll carry on as before. We'll pretend we never had sex, and we never will again."

"Never?"

I swallow and try to keep a straight face. "Not even when we go out of town or out of the country."

Shawn's eyebrows drop. His expression turns serious as he falls silent.

Is he upset? Why doesn't he try to change my mind, then? Why won't he say anything?

"Do you understand?" I ask him.

"Yes." Shawn answers. "I understand perfectly."

No, he doesn't. He has no clue I'm breaking into pieces right now. And it's better to leave it that way.

He doesn't really care about me anyway. Not in the way I care for him. "Good."

I walk to the bathr