NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
It was a hot summer evening and my housemate, Jack*, and I were drinking cheap wine from the bottle in a packed Brixton park.
I’d spent weeks in an emotional and mental knot, trying my best to push my unwelcome feelings down. But as we talked and laughed and smoked, a cocktail of hormones and alcohol destroyed whatever was left of my willpower.
The first kiss, when Jack initiated it, was intoxicating, and sneaking to his room later that night was exciting, risky, stupid.
The wait for the other three housemates to go to bed, the praying that the floorboards wouldn’t squeak, and the covert text arrangements made the whole experience more fun.