Hayden isn't exactly proud of who he is. At 26, he should be able to commit. He should be thinking about the future. He should have a lovely girlfriend. As far as he'd managed to get so far were one night stands.

He'd gotten sick of the constant lectures. His parents, his friends, who thought they knew everything about love and, of course, the media. He just wasn't made for committed relationships. So what?

To no surprise, it wasn't an alarm that woke him up but rather a pounding headache. A quiet groan left his bruised lips, and he ran a hand down his face. "Fuck."

He only slipped out of bed once the smell of fresh eggs and bacon reached his nose. That was new. His heavy footsteps led him into his kitchen and he paused in the doorway. There was a woman making breakfast in his kitchen. That couldn't be right.

He narrowed his eyes trying to remember what happened last night. Drunk him had made seemingly interesting decisions this time. "This doesn't usually happen." He finally spoke up.