I dried off and wrapped the towel around my torso. It covered my chest all the way down to my knees. This is the biggest towel I've ever seen. I looked in the mirror and I smiled. I'm pretty damn cute. I saw Chris appear in the mirror and I held my breath. But, he's hot. I looked like a downgrade to him. My smile faded, and I looked down. Does he even want to have s*x with me? I want him to have s*x with me because he wants to not because I asked him. He probably knows how ugly I am, but only agreed because I'm his friend. He's probably going to have a condom, and a hazmat suit on. Wait, but how would he-
"Sam," I looked up at the mirror and in the reflection, he was kissing my shoulder. "Tell me what you're thinking." Should I tell him my thoughts on the whole 'friend s*x' thing? I voted
