At the end of my third year of university my girlfriends Katie and Larissa were both moving out of our flat. Katie’s parents owned the place and since I had no roommates, I couldn’t afford the rent alone. They found some people interested in the place, but it had to be empty. I was not looking forward to living at home again since I had already moved out and on with my life. One the eve of Katie and Larissa leaving, we decided to hit the clubs one last time. Before the night even started, I knew I was going home with someone. I had met Adam once or twice, but they were such fleeting moments that we could barely remember them. Larissa reintroduced us and we immediately hit it off. We practically spent the entire night attached at the hip, chatting and having a good time. After some dancing which led to kissing, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I couldn’t have said yes faster. I don’t know if that made me look too eager, but to be honest I was. He distracted me so well on the way to his place (more kissing and petting) that when we got out of the taxi, I realized we were back at school. He lived in the halls on campus and said that they weren’t allowed visitors past 10pm so we had to be quiet. We finally make it to his room and onto his single bed.