Christopher caressed my body, and when his fingers were running across my smooth back, he said suddenly, “You fool, I don't want you! You left me all alone. I don't want you anymore.”
Hearing those words leaving his lips left me crying helplessly. I then kissed his face and said, “No, Chris, I did not do it on purpose. I may never see you again, so please don't be so cruel to me. All that is left of my life is 60 days. Please do not be cruel to me even if it is just a dream.”
“You're the one who's cruel! Why did you abandon me?” Christopher repeated this phrase questioningly and coldly. Then he gently pushed my hand away.
Feeling at a loss, I crawled over to him, looking at him through the gap in the bandage. Then, I tried my best to arouse his desire, while crying and saying, “I really don’t want to, Chris. Please don’t be angry, okay?”
With those words, I sat on him hard and started moving at a slow rhythmic pace; it was an exercise I had not done for a long time. The sudden pain in my lower abdomen made me feel terribly uncomfortable, but it did not hurt much as I was so happy. I was with Christopher again, merged together as one. He was still like how I remembered—hot and throbbing.
However, Christopher froze as he was surprised by my sudden action. “Are you mad? Get up. Did it hurt?”