Leave

Ethan backs away, turning to leave.

"You're leaving?" Sam asks, her voice sounding slightly surprised.

"Yeah, sorry..." Ethan glances back, "This was a mistake."

"Hm," Sam tilts her head back, "So you don't want to fuck me?"

Ethan sighs, not sure how to answer that question. "What do you want me to say?"

Sam shrugs.

Rolling his eyes, Ethan keeps walking, exiting the room. He hears Sam following behind him, slowly, feeling her gaze on his back. She stays on the stairs as he starts getting his shoes on, watching him intently.

"Why did you follow me inside if not to fuck me?"

Exhaling, Ethan rubs his face. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Sam's face doesn't betray any sort of answer.

Ethan scoffs. "Are you going to answer anything I ask?"

"Are you?"

Opening the door, Ethan shakes his head and leaves.