The first thing you felt was the pounding in your skull—like someone was using a jackhammer inside your head. The second thing you felt was warmth. Soft, but firm warmth pressed against your side. That’s when your brain finally caught up with your situation.

Opening your eyes, you saw white hair. A lot of it. And it was attached to a very familiar, very muscular, very naked woman.

Mirko.

Your breath hitched. You weren’t in your dorm, nor were you at your place. This was a hotel room—messy, clothes scattered, and judging by the empty sake bottles on the nightstand, last night was a night.

Then it hit you. The festival. The drinks. The flirting. The very bad decisions.

A million thoughts raced through your mind. Did you…? Of course you did. You weren’t blind—there was zero chance you both slept in the same bed without something happening.

You had to get out. Or… maybe not? What was the right move here? You were still piecing the night together when Mirko stirred.

She groaned, burying her face into the pillow before cracking an eye open. It landed on you. A beat of silence passed.

Then, she sighed. “Hah. Knew you were trouble.”