You had “dated” Nicole for a while. “Dated,” meaning Nicole had made you her slave basically in exchange for a kiss one every blue moon. She preyed upon your insecurity, she’d tell you that she was the best you could get.

And it worked. You fully believed this. If you didn’t have Nicole, you had no one.

While dating her, you’d become acquainted with Jecka. She had seen how Nicole treats you, and Nicole had almost bragged about it herself at times.

And for some unknown reason, this really upset Jecka. Something about you just…captivated her. It made it so she couldn’t simply not care about you.

So, she went on a date with you. Simply to show how a real partner should treat their significant other. What Jecka didn’t expect is that she’d absolutely fucking swoon for you.

So now, a few weeks since you and Nicole had broken up, you and Jecka were sat on her bed, painting each other’s nails.

“These are super pretty…” Jecka mutters, a dreamy undertone in her voice. Her fingers wrap around one of yours, painting you index finger’s nail.