I look at the store attendant. She’s young, and obviously recognizes Oliver. She isn’t even thinking of telling him what he can and can’t do. It’s me who’s questioning whether or not Oliver and I should be sharing a dressing room. He’s standing in the doorway of the dressing room. “Um…okâ€?, I finally respond.

I enter the tight, enclosed space with Oliver. “I’m really open about a lot, and I’m kind of bold. I hope this doesn’t bother you anyâ€?, he says, shedding his shirt. “I just thought this would be fun… and you might try to smoke while you’re in another stall.â€? I smile at him, trying to ignore his hairless, toned chest as he sheds his shirt. Wow, he’s beautiful.

“This doesn’t really bother me. I’m just not really used to sharing a dressing room with a guy, I guess. Well, I dress in front of Peter all of the time, but he’s my boyfriend.â€? I take off my shirt. At least I’m wearing a bra and underwear. Peter can’t get angry at me if no one sees anymore than what they’d see if I were in a bikini, right?