Last night I stepped out of a shower that wasn't mine and wrapped myself in a towel that wasn't mine. I walked into the carpeted hallway of a townhome I had never been in before and stood dripping over two piles of clothes. I was shaking, my nerves no longer able to be contained.
What have I done?
He appeared and grabbed his boxer briefs from the pile. "I'll just give you a minute," he said.
"That would be nice," I squeaked.
What have I done? And where do I begin?