Shit.

What the hell happened last night?

Flashes of the party hit you all at once—Arthur’s rough chuckle, the warmth of his arm slung around your shoulders, the way he steadied you when the world started spinning. C’mon, darlin’. Just one more shot. Won’t kill ya. The two of you, pressed too close in the dark, his hand brushing yours.

You wake up with your head pounding, a heavy arm draped over you, and the cold realization sinking in. You glance at Arthur, still asleep beside you. Your stomach flips. What the hell did we do?

Slowly, you push yourself up, but Arthur stirs, his arm tightening around your waist. “You uh… remember any of that?” he mutters, voice rough with sleep.