We spend the night in a bar in the city. We both get a little drunk, and I can’t wait to get home. Your hand has slipped under my skirt a number of times now, stroking my thigh and getting me excited for the next part of the night. As we go to leave the bar, I meet an old friend. I introduce you to Shaun, and as the three of us sit down for a drink together, you watch him closely.
He’s obviously had a few drinks already, and clumsily whispers things in my ear and places his hands on my bare legs. We have been friends for years, and I always found him attractive but nothing romantic or sexual ever happened. I never take my eyes off you though.
I’m trying to read you and figure out how you feel about it and if this is okay. I also want you to know how much I like it.
After a few too many, the three of us share a taxi home. We all get out at the same stop and walk the rest of the way. Holding your hand, I pull you back as Shaun walks on.