I landed at Ben Gurion Airport late at night with a nearly dead phone and only the slightest knowledge of how to get into Tel Aviv.

“What should we do while it bakes?” he asked innocently. “I think I can think of something,” I replied as I pulled him in by the waist, pressing his lips to mine.

The air was bright with the scent of Mediterranean evergreens wafting through the slats of my shutters, and as the sun drove below the waves, the lights in the city of Nice flickered on one by one just like the stars in the deepening sky. And damn was I horny.

I realized it was coming from my apartment; I went up to find that it was my boyfriend in the bathroom. “Austin, I can’t open it. I’m stuck in here” he said through the closed door. “No you’re not, you liar,” assuming he was just messing with me. “Fine, try it.”