Nightfall came fast. Jack didn’t think he’d get any sleep at all; he was in a stranger’s home, laying on one of her socks as a bed, and his brain was addled with not only the past few days events, but the prospect of being big again. This time tomorrow, he’d be a free man! 

And yet, sleep did come. He slept soundly - Freya’s sock proving more comfortable than expected - and would’ve stayed that way all night if not for the meddling of his new friend.

“Jack?” she whispered. “You awake?”

Jack stirred, but was committed to getting as much rest as he could. 

“Jaaack…” Freya repeated, louder this time. “Pssst!” 

She poked Jack and he was officially awake. 

“What?” he groaned, momentarily forgetting where he was, and who he was with.

“I can’t sleep.” Freya said, sitting up in bed. She flicked on the lamp and it blazed down on Jack like an unwelcome sun. 

“Um… okay.” Jack tried not to sound annoyed. “You wanna… talk, or something..?”

“I guess it’s just hard to sleep after the day I’ve had, y’know? One minute I’m at work, having a normal day and then - bam - tiny man!”

“Uh-huh.”

“And it’s so weird because I literally just got dumped by my ex and then you show up with this story about breaking up with your ex!”

“Technically she broke up with me…”

“My point is, it’s like… I don’t know, meant to be, right? Us meeting, I mean. Don’t you think?”

“I certainly am glad I found you.” 

Jack closed his eyes and hoped that was the end of their midnight chat. But the light didn’t go out, and he couldn’t hear the shifting of Freya going back to sleep. Instead, she plucked him off the table like he was a piece of candy.

“Do you think when you’re back to normal size, we’ll get to know each other? Maybe grab a drink or something?”

Jack was tired, confused and being suspended right in front of Freya’s plump lips. Had even one of these things not been the case, he might’ve said something better than;

“Uhh…”

Freya’s lips stretched into a smile, and parted as she spoke. “I’m saying I like you, Jack. I really like you.”

Jack realised she was using her free hand to fondle her own breast. Her breathing was quickening and she bit down on her lower lip. She was horny. 

“Do you like me?”

Jack considered his options. He really wanted to go back to sleep; tomorrow he would be big again and any baggage he and Freya had accumulated in their short time together could be unpacked. But he also knew the wrath of giant women all too well at this point; turning her down could spell disaster. Nothing was stopping her from having her way with him, maybe she wasn’t even asking for his consent. Whether he liked her back or not, it seemed he was in for a long night either way…