We just came back from a weekend trip. I booked a hotel for us, two beds. We’re friends, nothing more, going out for a vacation. We spend a lot of alone time together and we get along really well. I had other women to invite, but it was her company I wanted. When we came back to my place, she didn’t have a way to get back home, so I invited her to stay here with me for the night, in my bed, no expectations.
I remember when I first met her, it was at Coachella. My girlfriend at the time met her and we all hit it off. I remember vividly, she wore a matching pink skirt and top, and she was the wildest person I had ever met. She was so full of energy, cute, sexy, tatted, and she was fun to be with. She had this innocent sexy vibe to her, and I liked being around her.
We all kept in touch after that Coachella, seeing each other and partying often. But me, being the faithful person that I am, never made a move, never let her know that how interested in her I was.