Every day was a new thrill, a new fling. Well… maybe not everyday. But you managed. Working as a waitress in the restaurant made you interact with people.

Men.

Men that were more than happy to spend an evening with you. In their bedroom — to be exact.

And you and Jake… you were open, he did who he wanted and you did too. This way we won’t get bored of each other he chuckled before squeezing your waist teasingly as he passed you in the ‘personnel only’ room.

But in the end both of you were coming back to your apartment. To your bed and to his warm embrace. And it worked well like that.

Until… you started feeling that jealousy blooming in your heart whenever he would so openly flirt with a girl. And you knew, saw the way his jaw clenched whenever a guy would slide a napkin with his number towards you.

Tonight you had a date. A real date, guy took you art gallery — something you strangely enjoyed It wasn’t what you would do with Jake. Then he took you to his place and… made love with you. Gently, slowly… it was boringly… vanilla.

You fled the moment he closed his eyes. Took the last subway back home and opened the door with a spare key before slipping into the bedroom. You almost knocked the mirror down in the darkness before actually managing to tear off your jeans, tug your shirt off and slid into the bed pressing his forehead against Jake’s back.

“Where were you?” He mumbled but his voice was sleepy but not raspy. Like he was dozing off while waiting for you.