Madde stumbles in and stops to stare his brother and Oona making out on couch.
– Someone's having a good time!
– Madeleine, leave, Tomas gives her sister a furious look.
– Don’t mind me. I’m just going to get my other shoes and get back to work! She lifts her hands in the air. – Just going to find them first. I think I saw one somewhere over here – seriously – don’t pay any attention to me. You look like you are having a good start for great sex and all that. Just keep kissing and groping and I’m out of here before you can say…
- Madde! Oona cries out.
– I’m out in a second!
– Tomas...I -- I can’t. Not like this. I'm sorry, Oona says, looks anxious, wiggles her way out from underneath him and straightens her hem.
– Wow. That is a hot dress. Is it new? Your bum looks amazing in it! Madde continues and Oona flees from room without saying a word. – You have any underwear? It’s so tight!
– Madeleine. Tomas hisses. – You cost me just pretty sum and hours of warming her up.
– What. I said don’t pay any attention to me?
– You just needed to ruin it?
– I didn’t do anything?
– Just when things started to get better. He takes deep sigh. – Thanks so much.
- Are you sleeping? Tomas says softly as he's coming to bed.
– No, Oona replys and her stomach turns to a knot. She knows what’s about to happen and it terrifies her. It shouldn’t be like this. It wasn’t always like this. How did it turned to be like this?
– You were right. Madeleine could be a problem, Tomas says and places himself against Oona’s back. – We had fun like we used to today.
– Mm, it felt good, Oona agrees. – Like old times.
– Like old times, Tomas repeats and let’s his hand travel on Oona’s bare skin. – Baby, I miss you so.
Oona swallows. They haven’t seen in two weeks. Tomas kisses her neck and Oona holds her breath. She loves him but the moment was gone. There’s too much thoughts, too much doubts in her head now.
– Relax? He says and Oona closes her eyes. Concentrate. He needs you. Concentrate. Concentrate.
- Baby, where did you go? Tomas stops. Oona stares blankly to the wall and turns her gaze back to her lover over her.
- I’m sorry. Kinda drifted away.
– Can’t you at least try? Tomas is irritated.
– I try. I do try. Ungh. You are sweating over me, Oona can’t hide her disgust.
– Jesus, Tomas grunts, rolls over her and lays besides her.
– You could have finished, Oona whispers.
– Come on. This is like making love to a dead fish. I want you. You with me not your body.
– Mm, Oona wipes her face and feels awful. She know he’s frustrated but his words hurts still. – I’m sorry.
– Nothing I do works for you anymore.
– Huh?
– What worked earlier don’t work anymore. I’m clueless with you. It’s like you don’t like me touching you. Tomas let’s go a long sigh.
– No. No. It’s not like that. It’s just hard to get into the right mood, Oona frowns.
– It shouldn’t be that hard.
– I know. I -- I don’t know how to fix it.
– Me neither.
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