Two years ago we all went to spend the weekend in a small but fun town.

Lots of bars, clubs and restaurants opened till late. My husband called it a night early along with another couple but me, two of my friends and George still wanted to stay out and have fun. Me and George split up from them as they went off to God's knows where. So being just the two of us, we decided to dance for a while and then head back to the cabin.

We stayed in the same club for nearly two hours, grinding on each other and it kept getting more and more physical as our hands kept wandering to places they shouldn't. And we just giggled about it and making sarcastic comments over how naughty this was but we really couldn't keep our hands off each other.

We finally got tired and headed back to the cabin and George suddenly pulled me into the couch and wrapped his legs around me. I didn't fight it and I let him dry hump me(still fully clothed) while being tense over somebody finding us like this. And that's where things stopped. He got off me, went to his room and I went to my room where my husband was still sleeping.

Next morning, George and me agreed to dismiss it as us being drunken idiots and to never speak of it again. And it stuck, we never even joked about it and everything stayed normal.

That is until last week when he was giving me a lift and after 15 minutes of random chit chat I asked me if he ever thought about that weekend and how weird it is we just moved on. I don't know why I asked, I guess I was just curious how he saw it.

He replied in a matter fact of tone saying he really doesn't. Saying alcohol makes people stupid and there's not much more to it than that and then he smiled and said ''Now we know, Sophie is a loyal, loving wife but Trish is my slut.''

For context, a few friends and me have a long running joke about having alternate identities when were drunk, mine is nicknamed Trish.

And George was teasing telling me he can see ''Trish'' wanting to come out and play when we have get togethers and I drink or smoke a little but that one of us has to be responsible.

He's an asshole but I don't know why I found what he said so hot. Maybe because for over a year he really was acting like he was over it and regretted just to then tell me that.