Going to make love

"We were going to make love," Rebekah said, blushing furiously. John was also embarrassed. He didn't expect his friend to talk about her sex life. He certainly didn't talk about his (or lack thereof) with her.

"Well, I'm sorry that your plans were ruined," John replied, rather lamely in his opinion. He wrapped an arm around her and brought her closer to him. She initially hesitated, but laid her head on his shoulder.

They just sat like that for a few minutes. Rebekah raised her head and looked at John. "John, maybe you could do me a favor."

He had a feeling about her question. "What favor?"

She hesitated before replying. "John, could you make love to me?"