Funny story, but kind of long:
I had a suite sophomore year in college. Second semester, all my suitemates went abroad. Three random people moved in, and all four of us were complete opposites. It was quite the scene.
Anyway, one of them (Chris) was a grad student with a prescription drug abuse problem who moved in because he lit his house on fire with a cigarette. This is not the type of person I usually make out with.
One night, I was broken up with. I went to the common room to talk to Chris about it, and he offered his services as a snuggle buddy. We got into snuggle formation and I cried a little. He said, “We probably should be careful that we don’t let this get out of control, since we live together,” or something. I agreed. Next thing we know we’re making out.
It was actually fine, surprisingly not awkward at any point in the semester, we actually joked about it.
So, YES, I have been in that situation:)