[Emily] Emily finds her man in bed already

Ben would go back first. They wanted it to look like it was exactly what it was supposed to have been, a casual, reassuring chat. Emily felt anything but reassured. She could still taste his cum on her tongue. It didn't feel like she'd ever forget the taste. There was a queasy feeling in her stomach, and not just because of what was sitting in it right at this present moment. After he had been gone for five minutes (she counted every second) she headed back up the hill to the cabin herself.

It was dark, and she was glad it was. If anyone looked too closely at her makeup they might have guessed that something wasn't right. She had already come up with the lie, that she had been crying and it had thrown her whole look out of shape. That would make it Noah's fault again. It was, after all. Emily kept telling herself that. If he hadn't been so quick to shove his tongue down his coworker's throat she never would have done anything like that. Not that she would have admitted to any of it if someone did sniff it out. But they wouldn't. They'd covered their tracks.

There was still music playing in the back room, so she slowly made her way between the others, trying to figure out which one had the man she loved in it. He was dead asleep already, the lights out. She stripped down (though she hadn't actually found her underwear) and joined him in bed. In the morning she would wake him up with head. That way he would never know who else had been in her mouth that night, and he would feel awful for getting on the bad side of such a good girlfriend. All would be well.