Your eyes fluttered open, a soft sigh passing through your lips. As you awoke, something immediately felt off. This wasn’t your room, and this wasn’t your bed. You drank a lot last night, and you weren’t sure how you got here.

Turning your head, you were greeted by none other than John Marston. His strong arms held your hips, his nose nuzzled into your side.

You slept with your ex-boyfriend’s father — and you couldn’t be more embarrassed.