"Did you drink?" she asked with a frown.

"Just a little," he muttered against her skin as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Camila tried to push him away again. "You're too heavy."

Isaac trailed kisses down her throat and began to take off her clothes. "I'm not heavy at all."

His breathing was growing heavier by the second. Soon, Camila also lost herself to the sensations.

A long while passed.

Camila was sprawled out in bed, too exhausted to move. Her arms were so sore that she could barely lift them.

In contrast, Isaac was fully refreshed and in high spirits. In fact, he was eager to go for another round.

“I'll be busy tomorrow" she tried to say, only to be interrupted by yet another kiss.

Several minutes passed before Isaac finally let up with his amorous assault.

Camila lay unmoving. "Give me the pills," she rasped.

He opened the drawer and realized that the box was empty. "There is nothing left," he said while pouring her a glass of water.

Only then did Camila remember that she had taken the last pill.

"I thought the medicine is bad for you?" Isaac asked as he tidied her messy hair.

"The negative effect is very minimal," she replied with a sigh. "I'll buy a fresh box the next time I go out."

It was the last thing she said before she passed out.

Isaac wanted to ask her if there was an alternative to her taking the birth control pills, or if there was a chance for him to do it instead of her. But Camila was fast asleep in an instant, and he couldn't bear to wake her up.

He tucked her under the covers, then padded to the bathroom to take a shower.

As expected, Camila woke up Late the next morning. She was horrified to see the time-nine o'clock.

Isaac was nowhere to be found, probably already at work.