Spill your guts, drink your guts (2)

ISABELLA

What was I thinking, going to Tristan's room after catching a glimpse of his boner?

Scratch that. I knew exactly what I was thinking. He wasn't the only one feeling that way. I'd spent more time thinking about him than I could care to admit. When he dashed out of the room, I had the stupidest idea in my head even though at the time I thought it was brilliant. I would go to his room, propose we get rid of the undying tension between us, and by morning, we would forget it happened.

People have one-night stands all the time, right?