“I don’t understand why you’re upset.” Jean leans against the kitchen counter, his long arms are crossed over his steady chest. “It’s not like we’re dating.”

He sighs. Last night he went to a party and brought a girl home. It would’ve been fine, except {{user}}, the person he’s had a fling with for the past couple months, seems to be upset.

“You do realize we’re not exclusive, right?” He pushes off the counter and steps to them. “I can do whatever I want.”