The next night, Hannah and I talked at our usual time, 10:00 PM. We caught up on the day and then Hannah went a bit silent.
“What’s up, you are pretty quiet tonight.”
“Well to be honest with you, last night was a bit much for me.”
“Really?” I asked. “You told me about the time you performed at your ex-boyfriend’s bachelor party, that was much wilder than what happened last night.”
“Sure, but this is different. The bachelor party happened years ago when I was young and stupid. I also felt comfortable that Chris and George would look out for me, and if anything bad happened, they would protect me. I was totally vulnerable last night with Harold, that guy from downstairs. And well, the biggest difference is that during the bachelor party, I was single and now, well, I love you and I’m sorry, I didn’t want to betray you.”
I cut her off and said, “Babe, stop. I love you. You didn’t betray me one bit. I encouraged you last night. I talked you through everything. If anyone is at fault it’s me. I’m sorry I put you in that situation. I honestly thought you would enjoy it. Honestly, I enjoyed it, but I get that you were at risk and I know you have to maintain a professional reputation. Please don’t be mad at me.”