You remember what she said.

Suddenly, something in your memory triggers that night in the motel just over three weeks ago, when she was riding you in the armchair. You can almost hear her voice ask you the question:

"Can I ask you something? Do you feel a connection between the two of us? Not like just a physical one..."

A sickening feeling wells up in your stomach. Did you fuck up? Had she fallen in love with you? Was seeing her every day in her house amplifying her feelings for you? Was she getting a taste of what it was like to 'live' with a partner, and now that it was almost at an end, she was feeling upset?

You idiot. All you thought about was the incredible sex, and not about her feelings. But what about your feelings? You can't deny that the last three weeks have been amazing.

You try and call her to sort out the situation, but she doesn't pick up. Then you remember - you have the spare key to her house. You think you should go over there and talk to her.