"Are you trying to force me? You're playing it wrong, Denis," said Faye as calmly as possible.
Denis rested on his chin innocently, "I know, that's why I didn't do it, right? You're still complete ... smooth ... and soft ..."
Faye didn't answer, lowering her eyes to Denis's pants which were made of dark blue denim.
Why did when Denis describe her body sound like a moan? Like the time they met again?
"I do the classic thing for a classic woman like you, Fay," said Denis.
"What's your point? You know that our relationship is just a contract," said Faye, reminding him who knows how many times.
"Haven't you felt anything all this time ...?" Denia asked hopefully.
Faye lowered her gaze again, this time focused on her black shoes.
Doesn't she feel anything?
Faye admits that she likes him, but she can't say it. She was sure that if she were honest, they would do something he knew what it was.