My friend Ethan and I met in college and quickly bonded over our shared passion for breaking into locked campus buildings, accessing restricted areas, and climbing up onto rooftops. We got into some pretty cool places in our adventures (the steam tunnels and the roof of the math building were both highlights), and the better we got at sneaking around, the more confident – and cocky – we got.
One dark evening when we’d both had a bit too much to drink, Ethan proposed the idea of hooking up in one of the locked buildings we were constantly exploring together. I wasn’t too surprised. I had always kept our friendship light and breezy because I hate making the first move, but it was hard not to notice the way his eyes lingered on me or the way he’d always keep his hands on me for an extra beat after boosting me up onto a roof or helping me down a steep flight of stairs. I won’t deny it, I’d started dressing up for our adventures just to watch his reaction.