Yes

"Yes," Rebekah said, blushing.

Then John held up his hands to stop her. "If that's the case, then let's do this right. I don't want to just take you like this. I want to make your first time special."

"But..."

"Please, Rebekah. You're my best friend, not some whore. I want to treat you like a loved, special woman," John said urgently.

She looked like she was going to object, but stayed silent. After a minute, she nodded. "You're right, John. Come back this evening, and we can make it truly special."

A few hours later, John returned to Rebekah's apartment. He was dressed up nicely, holding some flowers. He checked his watch. She told him that once it was eight o'clock, he could walk in. It was 8. He turned the doorknob and walked inside.

Inside, he was greeted by...