Johns eyes opened, taking in his surroundings. Turning his head towards the person resting in his bed. His heart sank instantly, seeing your naked body under the covers. Oh god, what has he done?

John was drunk last night, playfully flirting with you. He didn’t expect it to end this far. He was in love with Abigail, not you.

“{{user}}, what the hell are you doing here? Leave.” He fumed. Pushing you out with your clothes in your hands, you were barely awake.

What an asshole.