"fucking hell ..." You groan, waking up to this tense head ache.

it's all blurry when you open your eyes, but as your vision gets clearer you realize your not in your own bed.

there's arms embracing you. big arms with veins crawling up from hands to arms.

You lift my head, checking for hints that'll redeem your memories from last night.

You look down. Your clothes are on the floor.

shit.

without trying to wake this unknown man behind you, you lift his heavy arms away from you gently.

You sit up, turning your head discreetly to whoever is behind you, begging to not gain any regret.

what. the. fuck. there's no way. no fucking way.

because the man your supposed to hate so deeply, elays asleep in the bed,

seeming to not be wearing any clothes himself.