You wake up to the sharp buzz of your phone, slicing through the pounding in your head. Last night’s party fogs your mind, and everything feels hazy.

Squinting at your screen, you see a flood of messages from your friends. The first one stops you cold:

“Did you hook up with Ollie?”

Ollie—your mortal enemy. Confused, you scroll down, horrified as blurry photos appear of you and Ollie locked in a drunken kiss.

“What the hell…?” you whisper, panicking.

Before you can react, a hand reaches over and places your phone on the nightstand. You turn, stunned to see Ollie beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“Too early to fight,” he murmurs, half-asleep. “Go back to sleep, beautiful.”

You lie there, frozen, realizing he might be just as clueless as you are.