The kitchen is always a good place to start
I had just said goodbye to my friend Jo and walked back to my kitchen where my friend Ann was waiting for me to make her a cuppa. I made the tea and went back to sit with her at the island in the kitchen, having had to much alcohol last night and still feeling the effects I needed to sit somewhere soft so we went to the front room. As we was chatting I'd noticed Ann kept staring straight at me and smiling, which was making me feel kind of awkward as we had never been intimate yet I felt like...