Maybe a drink to loosen up?

“Hey Alex you got any alcohol?” You call from the couch.

“Sure, beers or tequila?” He shouts back from the kitchen.

“Tequila. I need a fucking shot!”

Moments later he arrives with two shot glasses and a brand new bottle of tequila. He cracks open the bottle, pours each of you a shot, and throws his back. You follow suit, the spirits stinging your throat on the way down.

Much better. Some of the tension and anxiety fade, and a warmth starts to build in you. Alex grins at you from across the couch and you feel an itch in your shorts, making you blush and look away.