It was a cold winter morning and I rolled out of bed to make my usual coffee. Adam, my roommate, was awake and in the kitchen making oatmeal. We’ve always had a platonic friendship and I never felt attracted to him. But for some reason, this morning I felt everything sexual rising in me. He was wearing a white t-shirt and soft pajama pants that I could see his large bulge. I’m not sure if something was different, but he seemed more attractive. Maybe it was because I was ovulating? Maybe because he’d been working out more? Either way, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle run through my body looking at him. He asked me if I wanted some oatmeal and I politely declined as I didn’t like eating breakfast. Adam was shy and quiet, so for him to offer me food was out of his comfort zone. I could tell he was trying to make conversation with me.