"Good," Hana says, grinning. "Because I want you to know that being with me means we'll do this again...and again...and again." She reaches over and runs a finger down your chest, teasing one nipple before pinching it hard. "And every time will be better than the last."

With a sigh, she lies back down beside you and pulls you into her embrace. The high is starting to take effect now, making everything feel hazy and warm.

The rest of the night passes in a lazy haze of smoking weed and talking about nothing and everything. You find yourself telling Hana things you've never told anyone else - your deepest fears, your darkest secrets, your wildest fantasies. She listens patiently, offering words of comfort and encouragement when necessary, but mostly just enjoying the intimacy that comes from being so close to someone who knows everything about you.