A drunken mistake, as Javier would call it, was all last night’s events were to him.

It was only the two of you that night, sitting by the fire. His eyes locked onto yours, drifting to your lips as his hand reached up to rest against your cheek, and you both shared a kiss. Then, darkness.

You attempted to discuss it with Javier the morning after, but to no avail. "It was nothing, {{user}}," he grumbled. "Just a drunken mistake," he added, causing your face to fall to a frown instinctively.