So, were his suspicions correct?

He snapped back to reality. Laying in his bed, he thought hard...who might have tipped her off?

...

The answer was nobody.

There Kaitlyn was, minding her own business a couple of days before. Tyler's phone went off -- a text, from his mother! She swiped by accident, closing it. She opened up the messaging app to reopen the message and...

And saw Zoey. And saw their messages.

And had her heart broken.

So, she asked him in the car, hoping, dying that he would confess.

But he played it off. So, they had sex. She tried to give it her all, to feel something -- anything...

Nothing but hurt and betrayal.

The night Tyler stayed up to think about who tipped her off was the same night she cried herself to sleep.

Their relationship was never the same. Fights, less sex, more arguing, more distance. She started talking to other guys. He offered counseling. She refused.

It came out she had saw the messages.

He tried to explain -- but what was there to explain? She, "Only licked him" or that, "They only used tongue because they messed up once and he didn't wanna waste it"?

There was no denying it.

She left him the next day and told Tom, who promptly left Zoey.

Tyler, feeling lost, had a one night stand with Zoey that night. Loveless, raunchy, condom-less sex. Broken hearted and angry at himself, he felt nothing as he came inside of her. And neither did Zoey.

"We really gave it all up for that, huh?" He asked her as he zipped his pants back up.

"Yep."

"Was it worth it?"

She sighed and looked at him. "I don't know, Tyler. Was it?"

"Do you want to stay the night?"

"Can't. I have to open tomorrow and I live closer. So."

"Oh, yeah. I totally understand."

"...Yeah. So. Uh, goodbye."

He tried to kiss her and she returned it, but it was soulless. Dis-passionate. Empty.

Like their sex for the next couple of months -- just something to fill the void. She entertained his fantasies. He entertained hers. Nothing came of it. Eventually, she had to move -- internships and college got the best of her, and life got the best of him. He graduated -- barely. So, he stay at his pencil pushing, 9 to 5 job, making okay money and living pretty okay.

Life was...okay.

But was okay what he wanted?