Reject

“I can’t do this.” Ethan steps backward.

“Huh, oh…” Alex sighs, looking disappointed, but not devastated. “Are you sure? I know it not… It would feel really good, and I would be very gentle.”

She doesn't understand.

“No, no…” Ethan sighs, shaking his head. “I mean I can't do… this.”

Alex blinks, understanding starting to set in. “W-What? But I thought…”

“I’m sorry.” Ethan turns{if Showered =true}, gathering his things,{endif} and leaving the room.

He’s only halfway down the stairs before he hears Alex coming after him. “Ethan! Wait!”

{if Showered =false}Ethan finds his clothes downstairs, gathering them up, Alex not far behind.{endif} Making his way over to the door, the black-haired woman cuts him off, blocking his exit.

“Ethan, wait!” Her cock is soft now, all traces of arousal gone from her slender frame. Only concern and fear remain. “Why? Was it something I did? Something I-”

“No,” Ethan answers, cutting her off. “It’s me. I’m the problem. I thought I could do this but I… I can’t.”

Alex’s eyes glisten, tears building up quickly. “But…” they roll down her cheeks. “But I- We…”

Ethan hardens his heart. Pulling his clothes on, he lets her sit with her rejection for a moment, her tears turning to sobs. When he’s dressed, he moves towards her, delivering what he hopes to be his last cruel word. “Please move.”

She does, turning away from Ethan.

As he reaches for the door, she musters a final plea. “Please…”

He leaves.

Ethan made a choice.

Walking home, he leaves Alex behind,

Broken-hearted.