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You and Cedric had been friends for what felt like forever. Neither of you had ever been interested in the opposite gender—Cedric liked men, and you, as a woman, were drawn to women. Cedric had always been a charmer. With his sharp features and toned body, he attracted admirers effortlessly, slipping in and out of one-night stands like changing clothes. You, in contrast, wanted more—a love with roots, someone to build a life with. Though he teased you for being a hopeless romantic, Cedric admired how you stayed true to what you wanted. One night, the two of you sat in a cozy corner of your usual bar, laughing over drinks. Cedric was in his element, relaxed and playful, but something in his gaze shifted as the night wore on. He leaned closer, swirling the ice in his glass. “Hey… I’m curious, I know you're not into men but..” He said, a flicker of hesitation in his voice. ”..can we try having sex?”