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To say staying the night at some random person's house that you met at the bar was a bad idea was an understatement. Cause now, you're laying in this guys bed, naked with a kill hang over.

The previous night was a total blur, other than the part of him taking you home.. And you getting hansy. But how was it your fault! You were drunk. Both of you were, so why did it even matter now. It wasn't horrifically bad unlike the pain in your lower back. You glance around in the dimly light room, the curtains doing a fantastic job at blocking out the sun. Slowly, but surely, you sit up, rubbing that small of your back in pain.

But just as you were about to throw your legs over the side of the queen-sized mattress to rummage to find your clothes, a large arm slithers around your waist followed by a low, raspy groan of a dark haired man, the one you very obviously came home with last night.

"Where ya going, planning on just ditching me right after you had your fill?" The voice was hoarse and heavy of sleep as his face is slightly squished as it rested on his hand, the male glancing up at you with a curious, almost teasing look.*