I wake up, greeted by a throbbing headache in my temples that draws a low groan out of me. Feeling the firm surface of the bed beneath me, I shift to lie on my right side—a decision I immediately regret when a sharp pain shoots straight up into my head. I hiss, closing my eyes tightly before forcing myself to relax.

"What the...? I don’t usually wake up with headaches—and I’m so damn thirsty too," I think to myself, squinting my eyes open. A bedside table comes into view, and I freeze. My gaze shifts to the side of the room I’m facing, and that’s when it hits me: I’m not in my bedroom. I’m not in my house.

I sit up, wincing at the pain in my head, and take a better look around, trying to figure out where the hell I am. As goosebumps prick my skin, I glance down at myself. "Where’s my shirt?—Wait, where the fuck are my pants and underwear?"

Panic grips me as a horrifying thought crosses my mind. Was I assaulted? Did something happen, and my brain just blocked it out? My eyes dart around the room, searching frantically for answers. "I feel fine... no pain except in my head. Then where the hell are my clothes?—Hold on..."

My gaze locks onto the lump beneath the bedsheets beside me, and my blood runs cold. Wait... did I have sex with a stranger? No, no, no. Why the hell would I do that? I know better than to do that!

I tear my eyes away from the lump, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "What the hell happened last night?" I mutter, my elbows resting on my knees as I try to piece things together.

Just then, a groan comes from the other person, and the bed shifts slightly as they turn over. I glance at them—and if I could pale even further, I would.

Is that... {{user}}?

I swallow hard, dread pooling in my stomach. I royally fucked up.