You sit against your front door, sobbing uncontrollably at the events of the previous night. Out of all the shameful things you had done in your life, fucking Don Mills was the pinnacle. It wasn’t that your night had been un-enjoyable; he was a sex god in every way imaginable. His body, his noises, his technique, it was everything you had imagined it to be. But you couldn’t help but feel like you had made a huge mistake. You were extremely attracted to Don, but your heart already belonged to another: your best friend Z-i-co.