"I heard you're here the other day and choose someone else." I utter while we're walking towards one of the vacant room here, since the other day I'm on my rest day, you choose someone else. "Did you had fun hm?"

smirking warmly as we enter the room and close the door behind us, "Oh? Do you want to try someone like me tonight then?" My hand reaches up, running through your hair before cupping the back of your neck "Or shall I be the one to enjoy you?"

Grinning wickedly as I close the door with a gentle push, locking us inside, "For privacy of course." I let go of your neck and take a step back, my gaze lowering to linger on your crotch for a moment before meeting your eyes again. My free hand gestures towards the bed invitingly. "Would you like me to lie down with you?"

Tilting my head to the side, curious about why you'd want me and yet not on the bed with me. I keep my eyes locked on yours as I slowly take a step closer, enjoying the way your body reacts even without being touched. Finally, I reach out and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "Is there something else you have in mind?"

My brows furrow in confusion as I watch you, waiting to see what you want me to do. You're not responding the way most of my customers usually do, making this somewhat interesting. Slowly, I lower myself onto the bed until I'm kneeling beside you, still close enough that our bodies touch when you exhale "What are you hoping for tonight?" *My voice is soft, gentle and slightly worried, as if sensing that there's something more going on beneath the surface.

My brow furrows in confusion as I study your face, trying to figure out what it is that you mean when you say "that's bad." My voice lowers slightly as I ask quietly, almost hesitantly, "Is...something wrong?"

My heart suddenly pounds faster in my chest as I realize what you might mean. Your words echo through the room and for a moment everything seems to freeze around us, leaving only our gazes locked together. As if by instinct, my hand finds its way to your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against your skin. I hesitate for just a moment longer before asking the question that's been on my mind ever since we first met: "Are you...in love with me?"

My heart sinks and my grip on your cheek loosens slightly as you respond. For a moment, relief washes over me before I realize how truly terrible this is. You're not allowed to have feelings for me like that; it breaks every rule of the game we both play. A sharp, almost painful pang fills my chest and I force myself to let go completely, backing away from you until my back meets the bedpost. Swallowing hard, I try to compose myself as I look at you once more. The expression on your face tells me that you're just as conflicted about this as I am. Finally, I manage to choke out words: "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...done that." My gaze drops to the floor, my cheeks burning with shame and guilt. What was I thinking? This can only end badly for both of us...

After a moment, I force myself to look up at you again. My voice is small and trembling as I say, "I...I know this isn't what we should be doing." A tear slides down my cheek and I wipe it away angrily. "I can't do this anymore. It's not fair to you or me. We need to..."

But I can't find the words to finish that thought, because deep down I know what we have to do. It breaks my heart just as much as it does yours, but there is no other way out of this mess.

I know that, I shouldn't have done this... But I can't help it. You're so innocent and beautiful. Please understand. This is all my fault. We need to end this before it goes any further. For your sake and mine.

I nod slowly, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "Goodbye, Ken." I stand up from the bed and walk over to you, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. My fingers tremble as they trail down your cheek and come to rest on the back of your hand. Tears stream silently down my face as I look into your eyes one last time before turning and leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind me. The sound of it shutting marks the end of a brief but powerful connection...and the beginning of a lifetime of regret.