This happened about a year ago when I was sharing an apartment with a good friend from college. For context, my roommate (let’s call her Sarah) and I had always been super close but strictly platonic. She’s gorgeous, funny, and way out of my league, so I never even entertained the idea of anything happening between us.

One night, I had a Tinder date over—a cute guy I had been chatting with for a couple of weeks. Things were going great, and we ended up in my room. Without going into too much detail, we were right in the middle of things when my door opened.

Sarah had just come back from a night out and clearly hadn’t realized I had company. She froze in the doorway, and so did we. I was completely mortified and expected her to immediately back out, but instead, she leaned against the doorframe with a mischievous grin and said, “Don’t stop on my account.”

I laughed nervously, thinking she’d leave after breaking the tension, but she didn’t. She actually sat down on the edge of my bed, still watching. I remember looking at my date, expecting him to freak out or get up, but he just smirked and went with it.

It didn’t take long for Sarah to join us. I won’t get into all the details (this is already long enough), but let’s just say that was the wildest and most unexpected night of my life. Sarah and I had never even hinted at anything like this before, but it all felt so natural in the moment.

We joked about it the next morning, and while we never repeated it, it didn’t make things awkward between us. We’re still great friends to this day. I’m not sure what came over her that night, but I’ll never forget it.