Kingsley & Vanessa: No Alcohol This Time

‘Oh, um, I took one earlier before I left the hotel,’ Kingsley stammered. ‘Okay.’ Vanessa went into the bedroom. Clutching his phone tightly, Kingsley stood in the doorway, feeling as though his feet were made of lead. The courage he had to kiss Vanessa a few days ago had vanished, replaced by a fluttering heartbeat like that of a sprinter after a 100-metre race. His phone vibrated. Kingsley glanced down at the screen. [Kieran]: Dude, let me share a secret technique with you. It’s not just about the physical touch. Women are creatures of emotion. You have to talk to her, whisper sweet nothings to her as you make out. Let me know how it goes! Kingsley thought the advice sounded simple enough, but he had no idea how to do it in practice. What was he supposed to say to Vanessa? Apart from that one time when they were drunk, he got zero experience. And on top of that, he was dealing with a supposedly frigid woman. It was a tough one. ‘Come on in. What are you doing out there?’ Vanessa beck