Van knocked on the motel door, holding you up as you groaned. You and the rest of Nat’s friends went drinking but he stayed home because he wasn’t feeling too well. And you were absolutely hammered.

The door opened to Nat, wet hair and him his pajamas. “They’re all yours.” Van walked you through the threshold of the motel room, your arms instantly wrapping around your boyfriend’s neck. Van left and Nat closed the door, the two of you finally alone. “Did you have fun?”