A Contract Between Us

His statement brings me to the brink of confusion. I wonder whether I heard him correctly or not.

So I get off the bed, wear my hotel robe, and sit down on a couch that is beside the glass wall where you can see tons of underwater creatures.

I sip the coffee that has been prepared by who-knows-who. And I softly repeat his words, “A sex contract?”

He looks at me as I utter those words, and he joins me on another couch across mine. He also sips my coffee and says, “Yes, you hear it right.”

I am not exactly sure how to react to this situation or what the hell is a sex contract, to be honest. So I innocently throw him the question, “What is a sex contract?”

He smiles at me, “Well, it is pretty simple. We will draw a contract and that’ll be our limit.”

“For example?”

“What you like to do, what we can’t do, something like this,” he explains.

“Does it include being in an open relationship?” I curiously ask.

“Yes, of course. We are free to date other people and we won’t mind about it,” he