The hidden Tanner / Demarcus twist

Tanner calls his close friend the morning after finally sleeping with Claire.

"How did my dick taste?" Demarcus teases.

"Whatever. Good, I guess," Tanner laughs.

“She was good, wasn’t she? I told you,” Demarcus says, smirking over the phone.

“She was incredible, brother. I asked her to be my girlfriend.”

Demarcus knew the second Claire cut off their booty calls that Tanner had closed the deal. He's a lucky man.

"We’ve got a real connection,” Tanner says. “I don’t want to jinx it, but I think this is going somewhere.”

“Wow.” High praise from the former Marine who bedded half the base back in the day.

Tanner laughs. “It's the loosest pussy I've ever had. You wore all the tread off.”

“Hey you wanted me to break her in good for you. That’s how you like them,” Demarcus shoots back.

“True. Well, I'll let you go. Thanks again. Hey... are you okay?"

"Yes."

Demarcus ends the call, takes a sip of his drink, scrolls contacts. He has it all: successful job, sharp mind, and women throw themselves at him because he's tall, handsome, and hung like a legend.

And he's wildly unhappy.

Claire’s gone. It's not her fault. They all leave eventually.

He’s their fantasy.

Never their forever.