This happened a long long time ago but I was still very much in a relationship with my, now, husband. Although we weren’t engaged back then.
I was in university and my immediate friend circle lived in the same building as me. One of our friends, this guy, had the biggest fucking house. Idk why or how, but somehow he just got the big one and that’s where we used to hang out alot.
So one night after chilling and coming back to mine, me being the night owl that I am just couldn’t sleep and I knew he was up too. I texted him asking him if he needed to smoke and he agreed. So instead of heading out to the smoking area, I went over to his place. (They were all non-smoking properties essentially)
One smoke became two and then three and eventually we just laid in bed and talked. It must’ve been for a whole hour but eventually we started getting ready to say goodnight. So as I’m about to get off the bed to say bye, he takes his shirt off and I’m just standing there gawking.