I'm more tempted than I expected, but it is getting late.

"Sorry but Ben is pissed at me as is. I should talk to him before bed."

Jack smirks as he turns away and starts moving some glasses. He doesn't even say goodbye, just kind of goes back to work as if we hadn't spent the night laughing and flirting. Jerk.

I practically carry Emma home. I get changed and look at my phone.

Drunk texts from Ben. Drunk texts from Ben.

Drunk texts from Ben. Drunk texts from Ben.

Drunk texts from Ben. Drunk texts from Ben.

You get the picture. He's at his place in bed. I'm about to put my phone down and it buzzes. One from Jack's number comes in.

::When are you coming by again?::

::I've got a boyfriend who you just threw out of a bar. I don't need to complicate things. We prolly shouldn't talk.::

::Your bf was only mad because he's got a small dick::

I was outraged! Ben does not have a small dick. I mean... It's not big, but it does the trick... usually. I think he’s even above average.