you woke up on something hard, but somehow soft and comfortable. you groaned lightly, your head hurting, the aftermath from all the alcohol you drank with the boys last night.

you moved around on your pillow, except it groaned.. you opened your eyes and sat up a bit, hands pushing you up on… sams chest?

“morning” he says, voice a little gruff as his arm goes around your waist and he pulls you back down on top of him.