My favorite friend and I went on holiday to Greece. Ten days, side by side, sharing a room every night, every meal, falling asleep on her lap, sharing our fears, desires, sexual past. When we arrived in Paris for our return flight we stayed at a small airport hotel the night before, we shared a bed and we stayed up all night having sex, starting with a silly game, falling into a groping kiss and ending doing what we never dreamt we would do. Our long flight back we held hands and slept on her shoulder.

What I am saying is we stepped across every possible line and we are reconciling what we did in Paris. We have laid side by side holding hands, kissed and hugged, but we have stopped short of taking our clothes off. Do we want to, yes. But what then? If we don't control ourselves, then what? We never once before that night felt the need to be naked. Now we don't know what to do.