She slams the door closed behind her, a wild look in her eyes that he recognizes and instantly responds to.
"You know I don't love you," she says as she starts stripping her clothes off.
"I don't love you, either," he replies, his shirt gone. He starts unlacing his breeches.
"I don't need you, either." She presses her already naked body against him. "I can get this from anyone I want." She pushes his breeches the rest of the way down his legs.
"Nor do I need you," he says, kicking his breeches across the floor. "I've my own choices available." He picks her up and carries her to his bed.
"But I want you." He lays her on the bed. "Now." It was always 'Now' between them, the chances taken when they came, no plans or commitments.
"Now works for me," he states as she pulls him down on top of her.
Later, as they both watch the other out of the corners of their eyes throughout the day, they both begin to wonder how much longer they will hold out against the lies they tell themselves.