Dear Delilah

It has been said that boys and girls can never be ‘just’ friends, and until Nathan Penn barged into my life, I thought it was complete and utter nonsense. But one night changed everything, and what I thought was the defining moment in our friendship turned out to be more than either of us were ready for. 

When my boss tasks me with writing the University’s new sex advice column, Dear Delilah, I make it quite clear that I’m the least qualified person for the job - my experience is limited to one sexual encounter that taught me about love and loss all at once. 

So what makes me say ‘yes’? 

Simple. 

A distraction.

Something to take my mind off Nathan.

But once I start, I find myself wanting to be the voice of the girl who’s to afraid to ask for advice, the girl who wants to own her sexuality but doesn’t know how. Sounds easy enough. 

Except it isn’t. 

It’s complicated, and messy and awkward, and when Nathan offers to help, I’m caught between a rock and his hard place. Literally. 

It's only when my identity is threatened that I realize I might be in over my head. With all of it.