The party had gone well and everyone was in high spirits. I had enjoyed some innocent flirtations but was particularly charmed by a tall, handsome guy I’d seen around before. He was attentive during the evening, ensuring I had a drink in my hand and a smile on my face. The revellers who lingered behind were invited back to the house, and it was decided we would all then stay there until morning.
After a few more drinks and some suggestive dancing, people began to retire to the living room, spreading out on couches and crashing on cushions. Bodies were sprawled all over the room when I decided to call it a night. I stepped carefully through the dark and wriggled into a small gap near the window. I pulled the blanket over me to cover my bare shoulders – the thin cotton strapless dress I wore to the party would have to work as makeshift PJ’s tonight. As I turned on my side and rested my head on a cushion, my eyes, which had now adjusted to the dark, caught the gaze of the person lying next to me. It was my charming friend who had entertained me all night – and it seemed the night wasn’t over. …