‘I’m coming!,’ sounded a deep voice behind my neighbour’s door as I tried to keep from giggling about the absurdity of my evening. As it opened, I saw that Patrick* was already half-naked, clearly eagerly ready for my arrival. He ushered me inside with a smile and grabbed my hand, before leading me upstairs to his bedroom.
If you had told me earlier that day that I’d be shagging the man who lived across the road, I would have laughed in your face. Patrick and I met while sunbathing on our respective rooftops on a heatwave summer a decade ago – throwing glances while we enjoyed our respective days. Soon enough, he shouted ‘Hello’ and asked me to come over for a neighbourly beer.
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