There is nothing else for this, just get drunk and try like hell not to ponder over this; all this sex shit has me stirring with longing, and it’ll just add to the disaster that is my evening. I hand the glass to Sophie, praying we can stop fixating on sex. Okay, if I can stop fixating on sex because I have the beginning of a fucking boner in my pants. It has everything to do with the fact Sophie just reminded me of how good sex can be and what I have been missing.

This is why I do ...