The Last Kiss

Two hours later, you and Grace leave the hotel holding hands. Neither of you talks as you get into the car. Every mile that takes you away from the city re-establishes your roles. Your easiness starts to crack around the edges. By the time Grace pulls into the parking lot at the back of the library, the silence is painful and strained. You don't want to seek Grace. The woman you make love to all night disappear back into the role she usually plays.