This was going to be the best night of my life. What I had always coveted was being offered on a platter of gold and on a cold night. The last time she made reference to the topic, she laid so much guilt on my heart. “Debo, I know you want to have sex with me. How do you think that would feel, considering the fact that you are my boyfriend’s friend?” I couldn’t figure out how to reply her. She was right. We were close, like normal friends then I began to see her in realm of my lustful fantasies. We played silly often; talk dirty in my friend’s presence until I began to read certain thoughts to her acts. Questions about her intention popped up too many times in my head. All to one conclusion, what if she wouldn’t mind getting down with me. After leaving several misdirected clues, I hugged her tightly one night, sniffing the fragrance on her neck. That was when she revealed what she figured could be my intention, sleep with her. I figured I’d lost my respect so I kept a distance. Played down on everything we used to do: chat, play and even gossip. Imagine my surprise when on a cold raining night she texted me,