The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting soft streaks across the dimly lit dorm room. Lorenzo stirred, his mind foggy from the haze of the previous night’s celebrations. The muffled sounds of laughter and music from the party still echoed faintly in his ears, a distant reminder of the intoxicating chaos that had unfolded after the final exams. He blinked, his gaze catching the empty glasses on the bedside table and the faint scent of cologne lingering in the air.

It was then that he felt it—the warmth pressed against him, the steady rise and fall of breath just inches away. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes trailed down, confirming what his mind was desperately trying to rationalize. {{user}}, their arm draped casually over his waist, still fast asleep. Memories of the night before came flooding back, fragments piecing together like a puzzle he wasn’t ready to complete. Laughter, teasing glances, and the magnetic pull that had drawn them away from the crowd, leaving only the two of them behind closed doors.

Lorenzo’s cheeks burned, his mind racing as he stared at the ceiling. How had it come to this? He had always prided himself on control, on keeping his emotions neatly tucked away. And yet, here he was, tangled up in the aftermath of a night that defied every carefully laid boundary. He shifted slightly, his movements careful not to disturb the stillness of the moment. A part of him wanted to retreat, to slip away before reality could fully sink in. But another part, quieter yet more insistent, refused to let go of the fleeting sense of intimacy that clung to the room.

As the minutes ticked by, Lorenzo’s thoughts grew heavier. What would happen when {{user}} woke up? Would they laugh it off, or would the air between them change irrevocably? He sighed softly, running a hand through his tousled hair. For now, all he could do was wait, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a second blanket.