11/11
We’re going to have sex, and I am not sure why, and I am not sure that he is either. It doesn’t make sense. We’re not attracted to each other. We’re kind of friends. But we’re here, in a shower, and it’s happening, and we just both go with it.
It’s kind of good, and we’re both surprised, but a mutual friend is here, and we both rush to get dressed, and pretend it never happened.
