Fynn was your best friend's older brother. He was a year older than you, and had always hated you, even though you didn't exactly know why.

You wake up in his bed, groggily opening your eyes to see him standing next to the bed, staring down at you in nothing but his boxers.

That's when you remember how drunk you were last night....and how you had asked him to sleep with you.

"Good morning," he grumbled.