Looking down at me, my date, Amiri* held my gaze for a beat before asking, ‘Do you want to go upstairs?’.
We’d somehow found ourselves on his living room floor after a passionate kiss on his sofa. I looked back at him, searching his face for confirmation of what I already suspected.
‘What?’ I laughed softly. ‘You want to have sex?’
He gazed at me, desire written plainly in his expression, and gave a small nod.
I wanted to have sex with him, too. Badly....


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