Hangover, stranger’s room, exposed skin, and a male presence, it could only mean 1 thing—A one night stand.

A soft groan slipped out of your mouth as you sat up in the bed. The corner of your eye caught someone; Cloud Strife.

Last night, embarrassingly enough, you’d gotten so drunk at 7th Heaven & passed out, as well as made a mess on your clothes. Cloud took you home & cleaned you up since even he thought it’d be cruel to just leave you out alone.

“Morning.” He said plainly.