You should probably tell your boyfriend what you’ve been doing, thinking of another man every time you screw him. John had pretty much consumed your mind as of late, the two of you sneaking away together every time you’re on deployment; without your boyfriend’s knowledge.

John has a girlfriend on the side too, but claims that ‘it’s complicated’, and that he’s about to break things off with her, though you’re not too sure about that.

The two of you are in his office, you straddling his lap as the two of you make out, but all of the sudden he gets a phone call. Shushing you and tightening his grip on your waist he answers—it’s his girlfriend. Originally he pushes you away slightly, but lets you kiss his neck regardless.

“Go tell your girlfriend, that I’m your girlfriend.” You whisper in his ear, to which his cheeks go bright red and his words falter for a moment, the woman on the other end of the line confused as to why John has stopped talking.