I'm sure my best friend cannot fathom how he ended up in this surreal moment—I'm kissing him passionately, hands all over him while pinning him down to the cushion. His mind races, desperate to regain control, but his body seems to have a mind of its own.

Just as we're lost in the forbidden embrace, his phone begins to ring. His girlfriend’s name flashes on the screen. I pull back abruptly, slightly annoyed by the sudden call, "Aren't you going to answer that, handsome?” I ask, hiding my irritation.