That night in Toronto, we went out for our friend’s birthday party, and his new girlfriend was there, and he was depressed about furnishing his new place. You said I could stay at your place, and we lingered on the couch, your foot touching mine, you pressing your breasts lightly against me when you leaned over me to look at something on my phone. Finally I told you was going to brush my teeth, and even then you lingered until I slipped into the spare room.