Zoey and Tom discuss their plans.

"Oh! Oh! Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Tom said, out of breath as he thrust into her.

"Oh, fuck...!" Zoey faked. She was pretty bored. Hoping he would come soon, she bit her lip and threw her head back. "Fuck, Tom!"

"Oh yeah, oh fuck, Mmh-" He said, pounding into her in missionary position. He had a condom on.

'Just soldier through, Zoey.' She thought. 'It's all going to be worth it.'

They had discussed that certain amendments had to be made to their promises.

Realizing both of them were in a relative bad spot with their significant others, they both needed to make up. So, Zoey proposed they spend time away from one another as they fix their relationships and keep their private one steady and out of their eyes. They agreed to meet up on a double date, too, to make them seem like friends.

It was all falling into place.

"Fuck!" He shouted. She felt him pulsating inside and got a little bit of a rush as she closed her eyes and pretended like it was Tyler.

"Oh yeah baby, mmmh, you're so fucking good."

He kissed her and pulled out, a very unsatisfactory glob of cum in his condom, which he threw away.

'So small.' She noted. He crawled back into bed and she faked an exhausted smile and huffed and puffed alongside Tom.

"I'm so glad those tests turned out negative." He said, smiling.

"No kidding." She said. "I love you, but a kid...? That's crazy."

"Yeah. You're telling me. I was sweating so many bullets."

"So, have I made up for being so distant?" She asked cutely.

He smiled. "Zoe," she cringed at his use of Tyler's name for her, "you don't have to make up for anything...I understand."

"I will have to go back on Saturday, though." She added. "Let's make sure tomorrow is a great last day, huh?"

"I'm so glad you took some days off. I really, really missed you." He said, kissing her forehead as he always did. She felt nothing.

She smiled and pretended to be embarrassed. "Tomorrow, at L'amour. Please don't be all lame and do that when Tyler and his girlfriend, um..." she pretended to not know her name.

"I think it's Kaitlyn." He said.

"Yeah, her. Don't do that. You're a dork." She fake played, smiling.

"I'm the dork?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one who's so worried about making friends."

She grinned. "I just don't want Tyler thinking I'm a total loser outside of work. You gotta be a cool guy."

"Oh, the coolest."

"I'll text them whenever tomorrow. We'll take separate cars, though. You and me in one, and Tyler and Kaitlyn in the other. Sound good?"

"As long as I'm driving." He said.

She shrugged. "Fine by me."