Lie with me

So, like, they were about to have sex, right?

And... she hadn't seen him in a month, right?

And so they're kissing and groping on the bed and suddenly he stops.

'Um...'

'What?"

'You're sure it's okay to have sex?' he mumbled.

'Why wouldn't it be?'

'You haven't done anything while you were away right, anything that would make this unsafe?' Or something along those lines basically he was asking her whether she'd been sleeping around.

'Erm. NO! What the hell are you talking about. Why are you even asking this, NOW?' she protested, and all her appetite for loving was gone. Erased. She froze. It wasn't hot anymore.

'Okay'; nonchalantly continuing to kiss her, as if he hadn't just insulted her two second ago.

'Well...Should I be asking the same question I mean do you want me to ask the same question is this why you've asked I don't -'

'It's fine, it's fine, it's all good,' he said but his eyes flickered upwards away from her face.

When he was done, she couldn't remember any of it. And this was supposed to be one of the good times, like, they'd just seen each other after a month of craving. All she could think about was that flicker, that physical evasion that although minute and short-lived was so telling.

She tried to reassure herself that it was only a sign of nervousness for having asked what he did.

But then, a week later, when he decided she didn't fit in his wonderful life of being permanently stoned and playing online poker, she asked again.

'Did anything happen in -?' coming forward; maybe leaning backwards; yes, I believe she said she leaned back in the chair to counteract the sentiment of aggression.

'No.' and the flicker again. Forwards, feeble, and away from her.

Why didn't she think to ask anything more? Why did she not demand elaboration? Possibly because she knew even then that he'd lie in her face. And she couldn't stand another flicker. Another sign of that male cowardice - the worst kind of cowardice. He was so pathetic when he lied.