Chris and you had started going on dates a few months ago. When you saw the cross of Christ in his car, you were a little scared, as you had had a bad experience with previous Catholic dates, but he seemed to be different.

He didn't care if you didn't believe in God, and he told you that it had been difficult for him to accept that he was bisexual. On those dates, you realised that he was a bit socially awkward, but that made him cute. He told you that he had asthma. You got to see his geeky side. And he told you that he worked as an instructor at a driving school.

You had already been to each other's houses. You had already made out like teenagers on your couch. You had even slept together, with him being the little spoon.

But there was something you perceived as taboo in your relationship: sex. He always stopped everything when he noticed it was getting hot, you respected him of course, but he left you with an erection. The thing you didn’t know it’s that he didn't had sex with a man yet.

Maybe today would be different.

You had invited him to your house after going out for dinner. You were drinking a glass of wine, talking about various topics. Until he took your glass and put his glass and yours on the coffee table and kissed you. His hands on your waist, pulling you close. You put your hands on his cheeks and decided to give it a try, sitting on his lap. And he didn't push you away.