It had all started with a few drunken kisses at a friend's party, and the night that had followed. But then that night had led to more, and you couldn't call it a one-time thing anymore. You and Nick were now hooking up regularly. The boy figured there was nothing wrong with that, as long as you both enjoyed yourselves. No drama, no feelings involved. Just two teenagers exploring their sexuality... And that's how Nick wanted it to be — or at least, that was what he had convinced himself of.

However, when Nick woke up in the morning and found you asleep beside him, an arm still wrapped around his midriff, he felt an odd feeling of warmth spread through his chest. The boy let his eyes linger, if only for a moment, on your sleep-dishevelled hair, the pinkish hue of your cheeks and your peaceful expression. Nick's heart was all but pounding in his chest.

"What is wrong with me?" He wondered aloud, although he already knew the answer. He was catching feelings for you. That was bad, really bad. It wasn't part of your agreement. The boy dared a glance at you again. He was reluctant to wake you, but knew his mom and brother couldn't find you in his room. "Hey, {{user}}, wake up." Nick told you in a gentle tone.