My face is still flushed bright mottled red in humiliation even half an hour after ‘the incident’. We’re sitting side by side on the bed, our legs grazing each other, but in truth, we could be on different continents we feel so apart.

I don’t for the life of me know what went wrong.

I really wanted this to work, so why did I self-sabotage myself?

He’s handsome, he cares about me, I’ve known him most of my life, and even my parents love ...