My friend Lara had recently moved into a new house in a tropical area where the heat was relentless. Naturally, as her friend, I offered to help her move her stuff, and after a couple of trips hauling boxes inside, I was drenched with sweat and parched. Noticing my exhaustion, Lara asked if I wanted a cold drink. I accepted with a grin, adding that after all my hard work, I thought I deserved something more rewarding.
Without missing a beat, Lara flashed me a mischievous smile, slipped out of her clothes, and said, “Then all of this is yours.” That invitation was all I needed. We gave in to the moment, right there amidst the boxes in her new home. It was intense, raw, and just the kind of welcome the house deserved. Sure, we’ve done this before—finding excuses to hook up is kind of our thing—but there was something special about christening her new place with a passionate encounter.