When the door to your apartment raps from fierce knocking, you’re ready. Jessie’s returned, as she said she would, and if she was telling the truth, she brought someone else with her. Looking around at your apartment (still disheveled from the last go the two of you had at each other) you smirk before opening the door.

Jessie stands there cockily, her grin knowing and hungry. “Hey there, big boy,” she says coyly, reaching out to brush her hand against your collarbone.