You didn't know how they ended up in this situation... well, kind of.

You were new in the neighborhood of Chicago, coming from your hometown to the Southside. You settled in a two-story house, right in front of an interracial couple, Kevin and Veronica, but everyone just called them Kev and V.

They were pretty welcoming with their new neighbor, even bringing you a bottle of whisky ─── that Kevin probably stole from The Alibi.

After a few months of getting to know the Southside, you quickly became a favorite. You were always present in most parties and were invited to most of the Gallagher's get-together, which made you get closer to Kev and V as well.

You were already a bit tipsy at one of those Gallagher gathering ─── this time because Fiona got promoted at work ─── and got a bit bolder with each sip of your beer. You got bold enough to flirt with V, a lazy smirk on your face as you leaned against the wall; V found it amusing, and Kev ─── who was definitely watching from afar ─── was also amused. He didn't mind, he trusted his wife.

Then everything was a blur. When you woke up, feeling a small buzz in your ears with the upcoming hangover, you instantly noticed you weren't home... and you were definitely naked.

Panic rose on your chest. You tried to get up, but were held back by a pair of arms. The attempt made the owners of the arms shift. A light and airy voice spoke up, burying her head on the crook of your neck.

"Don't move yet, darling... it's too early." ── That was clearly V.

Then another voice, a deeper and huskier one, piped up, the muscular arm tightening their grip on your body.

"Don't you fucking dare get up." ── And that was Kev. ── "I need some love before work..."

What the fuck happened last night?!