It's Kaitlyn.

"Hey, baby..." He heard her slur. Thankfully she was still drunk. "What're you doing up heere? I tried finding you downstairs..."

He leaned down and whispered to Zoey. "Stay."

"I just wanted to find a room to be alone in." He said through the door. He heard her jiggle the knob.

"Listen, hey...can we talk? In private? While Zoey and Tom are asleep downstairs?"

"I don't know. Let's go back downstairs if we're going to talk. We'll talk in Zoey's room, alright, babe?"

"Oookay."

"Can you make it down the stairs?"

"Ummm..."

He picked up Zoey's phone and called himself. He set it on the bed and then tossed her up there, face down, ass up. "Think of me while I go lie to my girlfriend for you." He kissed her butt and then quickly opened and closed the door behind him, stepping into the hallway. "I'll carry you." He said to Kaitlyn. He held his phone in one hand and Kaitlyn in both, making sure to not hang up.

He kissed her loudly, smacking his lips as he kept the phone nearby so Zoey could hear. He kissed her again, then again.

"I love you." She said, her breath reeking of alcohol as she breathed on his face.

"I love you." He repeated.

"I want you to fuck me so good in this bed," She begged, the alcohol working on her. "I want you to do it...I don't care if you have a condom. Impregnate me. Marry me. I love you, Tyler. Take anything you want."

He laughed a little. "It's Zoey's bed, babe. I can't do that. I wouldn't fuck on Zoey's bed."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course."

"Promise me."

He hesitated. "I love you." He buried her in a kiss. "But you have to promise me something."

She completely ignored how he never promised. "Promise me what?"

"What you just said -- I can have anything I want. I want you to promise me that you mean it."

"I-I'm really drunk right now."

"Kaitlyn, the only reason why I'm cheating on you is because you're boring in bed. I love literally nobody else but you. I would never, ever fuck another girl, especially upstairs, especially not here, and especially not when you were here."

"But you just said you were cheating on me."

"That's what you seem to believe. You like to think that I've got another little hot, tasty piece of ass who wears glasses tied upstairs, waiting for me to come back up and ravish them. So yes, as long as you believe it, I'm cheating on you."

She nodded. "I won't be mad if you are. I know that I'm a failure as a girlfriend."

He knew it was a trap. "You aren't a failure."

"I really won't be mad if you are."

"Kaitlyn, I'm not. Why do you have this obsession with me cheating? Do you want me to cheat?"

She hesitated. "I know I'm weird, Tyler. I know I only like boring sex, and I know it doesn't turn you on as much as it used to. I know you're faking in bed. I know I don't want you to cheat, but...part of me feels like I should let you. Part of me gets turned on seeing you happy, and to know I'm not doing that..."

He kissed her. "I love you."

"Is she better than me?" Kaitlyn asked.

"What?"

"Tyler...I'm drunk...but not dumb."

"Kaitlyn, what are you--"

"Zoey."

"Oh my gosh, Kait--"

"She's not down here. She's not anywhere on the main floor..." She trailed off. He couldn't tell if she was sober or not now.

"The only room upstairs I didn't check was the one you came out of naked."

He was racking his brain for anything -- something -- literally it could have been the most bullshit lie--

She leaned in close and kissed him. "And you smell like her, too." She whispered. "Is she better than me?"