My pulse is racing as I am standing at the entry to the staircase to your Apartment. My mind is rushing through thousands of thoughts as I am comparing the address I had noted down on my phone with the address listings at the door.
I snap a photo of the door and send it to you through the burner snapchat account I had created for this occasion. I stand nervously and look around, hoping not to spot anyone who might recognize me as my girlfriends’ fiance
A short moment later my phone vibrates with a snap from you, that I quickly check.
“That’s my place, come on up ?” is written on the bottom of a picture taken down the back of your nude, slender, girly body, lying on your stomach in a double sized bed, with your rear perking up
I hear the buzzer unlocking the door, and I grab the handle and enter. On my way up the stairs my brain is cross-interrogating me; “What the fuck are you doing?” “Are you gay?” “What the hell would your girlfriend say if she found out about this”